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Ok... Look... I'm not a poet. The last time I took my poetry seriously was when I was twenty one and love sick. I'm still in love of course, I'm just not sick about it any longer. There are a couple of poems here that some people have found worthwhile and have asked for copies so I included them in the requests section. The last poem "The most important man" came to me one afternoon when my mind was clear and I included it here because it leaves an important message. Let me know what you think.

Like most of my poetry this one simply came to me when I was finishing "The Will to Win" book. So often we get a good idea and then do nothing about it. We think that the good idea will wait until we have time to put some effort into it but that is not the way it works. You have about 24 hours with a good idea. That's all!. If you do nothing about the idea within 24 hours it will be gone. Then 10 years later you will look back and wonder why you left it. This poem is all about that.



Like most of my poetry this one simply came to me when I was finishing "The Will to Win" book. So often we get a good idea and then do nothing about it. We think that the good idea will wait until we have time to put some effort into it but that is not the way it works. You have about 24 hours with a good idea. That's all!. If you do nothing about the idea within 24 hours it will be gone. Then 10 years later you will look back and wonder why you left it. This poem is all about that. When? I stand alone in the crowded room and can’t help wondering why. Above me I see brilliant lights beneath me only sky. I’m waiting in that crowded room with people I don’t know. And then it dawns on me.. Oh God must be my time to go! Wait a minute! You can’t take me now God There’s so much left to do I haven’t paid the phone bill yet and the light’s gone in the loo Is my insurance up to date? I can’t remember paying Sheila will kill me if I forgot God... what am I saying ....but. .... wait a minute, I can’t go now I didn’t say goodbye. We had that row just last night I can’t remember why. And the kids were fast asleep when I got home from work. And I was grumpy anyway God, I’m such a jerk You can’t take me now God there’s so much left to do. The book I said I’d always write That visit to the Zoo That trip to see my Mum at home Tell Sheila that I care So much time spent doing things So little left to share You can’t take me now God I’ve only just begun to do the things I wanted to, to have a little fun Oh now I understand God It doesn’t matter how When there’s things you’ve got to do. You’ve got to do them ........ Now! Richard A. Mulvey


About a year ago I received an e-mail with 3 lines on. I don't know about you but I get lots of e-mail and it has to be filtered if it is not going to take up your whole day. Anyway i got these three lines and they kinda grabbed me. The rest of the poem just seemed to fall into place. Dance like Nobody’s Watching Work like you don’t need the money Love like you’ve never been hurt Dance like nobody’s watching Take risks right down to your shirt Live like there is no tomorrow Give without need to gain Climb ‘till it hurts to go further Then go on ‘till you can’t feel the pain Praise everyone just like your children Remember how great that felt Have the courage to live out your dreams No matter what cards you’ve been dealt Cry at all the best movies Laugh even though you feel sad Always save time for yourself and your dreams Hug your kids even when they’ve been bad Remember that you are the greatest The greatest you there has ever been We all have inside us whatever we need To achieve our wildest dream So... Dance like nobody’s watching Go wherever you want to go And at the end when your life flashes by Make sure you enjoy the show Richard Mulvey



This poem is very English. When I wrote it it seemed to be dictated by someone in my head with a Mid-England accent. Manchester maybe, or Sheffield, somewhere around there. The Important Person I met an important person yesterday, I forget his name. I knew he was important because he didn’t bother looking at me when he came into my cubical to tell me I was surplus to requirements. I said I always wondered what fired meant and he left with a grunt to his business lunch and golf with the chairman another hard days work done in the life of a fair man. I knew it was a fair company because it said so on the mission in reception where the reps wait for another session with the buyer. I’m standing there with the others, casualties of recession waiting for the fair man who loves to hire and fire I new he was important ‘cause he didn’t know my name Even though I’ve been there ten years, to him it’s all the same It’s not personal he says, and I believe him, he’s right It’s not personal that I’m going home to tell the wife we might have to get rid of the tele and the video and cancel the holiday to Toromolenos we had such fun with the others last year you should have seen us On the beach with the kids and that waiter who liked our Sally Now they’ll have to make do with two weeks down our ally. I new he was important ‘cause of the way he walks about with his head in the clouds like my old teacher who used to clout you when you talked in the class, before the start of lessons But what makes him important that’s what I am set on Doesn’t he have a proper father like Jesus Christ. The bastard knows I can’t get another job at my age. So I’m left to page through the racing times and pick a winner I can’t afford to bet on. There’s nothing left for me or the wife not much of a life is it. But I don’t have to go ‘till the end of the month, so an accident at work will pay the bills and feed the tills for a good few years. Have no fear I’ll be missed, not kissed goodnight before we fight for blankets in the long dark chilly night. So if he so bloody important will he be there.. at the church I doubt it. Not on a Wednesday, there’s golf you see and scones for tea My mates will be there and Martha with her new hairdo But the bloody important one won’t be there neither will he care who is. So that’s it then. I’m off to do the deed as agreed Don’t worry about me, I’ll be free Set your mind on helping the not so important man.. if you can. Richard A. Mulvey I will add some more in due course, maybe.