Destination Upwards Poem by Charles McMullen

My ’ol green mug of tea steams on the table
Among many other things it will move, for I am able
To stow carefully away every item of treasured content
To transfer to a special place where I will be more content

Each piece is caressingly wrapped and packed
Until I’m feeling rather whacked
Then I find box upon box filling the room
Later on in a van they’ll va va room

The addresses are changed
The carpet-fitter has ranged
The food’s going down
But I do not frown

I am leaving behind four walls which have sheltered me
To four more where the wind will not blow free
But the heart of the home I must build again
From sorrow, laughter, pain and ease from life’s rain

“The Spirit of Home” will arrive within a soft Spring breeze
It’s refreshing fragrance abundant with calm and ease
Those hallways and chambers I’ve swept with brooms
Even in the new place there just ‘other rooms’

Different shapes and different colours I may feel and see
Somewhere nice for a chat with a friend an’ a cup ‘o tea
Rough hew fate how we will new neighbours will soon be known to us
For very similar people have been seen ‘an ‘eard on vee bus

‘People are the same but different’ wherever we go
So is the landscape marked by blisters and snow
It’s just a matter of size, temperature and clime
Then there’s the angles of the sun, we call time

So a move is just another circadian rhythm
Which must not let disturb my 'ol diaphragm
I must be strong and sure to feel
“The journey of a Thousand Miles starts with the first turn of the wheel”