Conflict Of Love.

Chugg chugg,  chugg chugg,
puff puff,  puff puff.

We know who’s coming down the hill.
His balaclava and jumper in holes.
His trousers too short,
shoes with no soles.

He’s the boy we all love to fool,
but he’s also the nicest kid in school.
He’s a quiet boy, straight and strong.
The type you know, won’t go wrong.

Though he gets teased throughout the day,
he’s our best friend, it’s just his way.
We called him Chugger,
it’s what he does.
He thinks he’s a train,
that’s fine by us.

He chuggs down in the morning,
and back at night.
He’s a secretive lad,
but he burns a bright light.

When you’re with him you give him respect.
It’s something you really wouldn’t expect,
as you look at him in his tattered clothes,
chugg-chugging away in a world of his own.

As Chugg grew older, he developed a dream.
When he left school, he’d buy a machine.
A motor bike as fast as lightening.
The speed he would go, would be quite frightening.

He left school at fifteen, got a good job.
Very mild-mannered' Never a slob.
He held down his job, and saved really hard.
Stuck the stamps on his savings card.

Soon he’d buy his first machine.
An old A.J.S, reliable and clean.
But still he would dream his wonderful dream,
that one day he’d own a real dream machine.

His dream arrived, as often they do.
This sparkling machine,
looking like new.
A Tiger 100, racy and throbbing.
Light years away,
from Chugg’s chugg- chugg- chugging.

But at eighteen years old,
his love now divided.
Chugger was tearing apart.
His mind was being confused
by the battle inside of his heart.

A girl who he’s madly in love with,
feels jealousy over his dream.
It clouds his thoughts and his vision.
Now life’s not as clear as it seemed.

What made a lad who was always so sure,
and never took risks with his life.
Make a fatal error of judgement
while riding home late one night ?

They say that the pure die young,
to spare them the hell that’s for sure.
When you follow a conflict of love,
which to most, would seem just demure.

Love, is a power within us.
It should keep us sane and strong.
If YOU understand what I’m saying,
I’m sure that you won’t go wrong.

Chugger now understands this.
But to those of you who don’t see.
A conflict of love isn’t all bad.
That one side is always a dream.

So if the time comes when you’re tearing apart.
Divided by love, or by hate.
Don’t try to choose between them.
Or the cloud will push YOU through the gate.

It’s true what’s been said through the ages
That true love always finds a way.
The dream will go of its own accord.
But for Chugger it came just too late.

He now spends his time mind-hopping for fun.
Spreading this message ...... to everyone.

We all have dreams and aspirations that we get so involved with and so focused on that we start to exclude other very important areas of our life.
Those dreams do become our reality in our own mind and it's so difficult to separate our 'dream reality' from our 'actual reality'.
Should we ever try to choose between them?
Or should we let 'The Journey Of Life' play itself out to a natural end?
(The choice is yours)

Wargrave 2018 - Money Can't Buy Happiness :-(

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I took a drive through Wargrave today (17th February 2018 at around 2pm) as I tend to do probably a few times a year, but this time it was on a 'Saturday' where as usually it's a week-day I might drop through if I'm over Henley or Maidenhead way. What I realised as I drove around Highfield Park (The Original Council Estate) is that I hadn't seen a sigle person, there was literally No-One out on the streets. It was like there had been a neuclear warning or something. Quite Eeerie.

So as I came out of the estate and drove down Victoria Rd, still no people except for a little old lady pushing a young child in a push-chair. I did pass a couple of cars but that was IT! Unbelievable!
I never saw another human until I got to the top of Station rd where a young couple were arguing with each other.

Now I grew up in Wargrave in the 50's/60's and it was absolutely 'Buzzing' with everyone going about there daily business and kids literally everywhere getting up to mischief. You couldn't walk down the street without bumping into half a dozen people who you knew and who knew you. Everyone would stop and say 'something' as everyone knew 'everyone' back then. It was a happy, close-knit community that generated memories I'll never forget.

Now I do know there is still 'some' sort of community spirit in the village, but 'where' have all the kids gone? And all the Adults come to that? Could it be, they're all too busy doing nothing because it's now too baron a village that's been absolutely 'crammed' with new housing in every tiny bit of space available to attract the "I wanna Be Seen As Rich" brigade who will pay extortionate money to be able to boast a Wargrave Postcode?

It's really sad to see the village destroyed like this. It has an extraordinarily 'rich' history which if you manage to find a copy of 'The Book Of Wargrave' and 'The 2nd Book Of Wargrave' it'll blow your socks off with the seriously rich history of a 'once' beloved and important little piece of England.

OK ..... End of rant. (Money Can't Buy Happiness) 
Those that have bought their way into 'Little Hell' probably deserve it. 
I'm just Sooo pleased I have the memories of how it 'used' to be.

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Cheers;  Fred :-)
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