17 stairs

I start every day with enthusiasm
Bubbling, full of fizz
Ready to take on the whole wide world
With style, and grace, and fizz

Brimming over with great ideas
How to sort this and that
Resolve all the issues before me
With a smile and wave of my hat

I'll shout across the car park
I've arrived, don't you know
Morning, come on colleagues
Where's your get up and go

But once through the door
And up those 17 stairs
I'm assaulted by all the doom and gloom
Wracked by grey despairs
When I've finally reached the top
It's not in fact a peak
It's the bottom of a horrid trough
Dull, and dark and bleak
Please bring my motivation back
Rid me of these waking mares
I beg, implore, beseech you
Don't make me walk those 17 stairs

Life is a minestrone, say 10cc
A mixed up bowl of soup
Steve Winnwood takes me to the high life
Drags me away from this gloop

That takes care of lunchtime
A quiet, momentary release
Just me, the car, the radio
But now it's 2pm, bang goes the peace

Once through the door
And up those 17 stairs
I'm assaulted by all the doom and gloom
Wracked by grey despairs
When I've finally reached the top
It's not in fact a peak
It's the bottom of a horrid trough
Dull, and dark and bleak
Please bring my motivation back
Rid me of these waking mares
I beg, implore, beseech you
Don't make me walk those 17 stairs

Giants

They stand before me, above me
Towering high
In search of golden sunshine
As they reach up to the sky
How they climb so tall
Has always captured me
So thin, yet so very strong
How can that be?
I'll never understand it
I prefer not to try and comprehend
There's magic in the mystery
That I never want to end
The wind may blow it's hardest
But they remain defiant
Pretty, gorgeous sunflower
To me, you are a giant

I've watched him live and on tv
The pleasure remains the same
Skillfull, dedicated
Always in charge of his game
Off the pitch he's private
An enigma, that's for sure
Remaining in the shadows
The limelight he won't endure
So many want to get to know him
Become a pal or friend
But there's magic in his mystery
That I never want to end
The wind may blow it's hardest
But on Johnny's boots you can be reliant
Mr Wilkinson
To me, you are a giant