Fight for your life.
The soft sand ridden muddy path
Under my feet
Is cushioned for me by sturdy black boots
Sloppy, slick slimy navigating as every part of my leg plays a part in keeping me upright
Sinews twist, the cramping ageing muscles uncomfortably held in kilter
Heading for home
Light retreats
The ever arriving daily dusk clocks in
I can't see the car quite yet.
This place takes me away
But only for a short time
Drudgery
Routine
Work
Though enjoyable
Wears at one
Through time, burdened by the worries of others
Chinks appear, cracks of darkness on a golden life
Wandering, watching twigs may snap
Wind blown pine trees sing in high pitched terror
Birds dart
Rabbits unseen?
But for borrows
Buzzards soar
A red kite adorned a fence post
Squirrels elusive
Watching
Just in case
I might see one race by
Even in the periphery of either eye
A busy head is a safe head?
Freedom from worries
Eating and gnawing
Snatching at anything that will offset these thoughts
Let the wind carry me
I could be
Searching for currents
Awash in the bounty
Lost to the deep
Cutting impulsively
Carrying through
Desperate to sleep
Impulsively leaving
By the opening trap door
A decision made
There would be no going back
Memories wither, the decaying flowers
Once so cheering
Now but compost
The truth of life
Is mostly pleasant
The light the glory
Summers sun
Autumn shining
Foliage, in resplendance
Ready to fall
When strong thrown gusts
Shake leaves loose
I've watched them fall heard that sound
The curled up corpses laying themselves to rest
Cold air in rushes
Snuggle in
The love the care I have and hold
The bonds that make us who we are
All of this keeps me trying
To be alive
To not fail by dying
Look for comfort when darkness finds you
Choose the trees
Wander in nature
Walk the dogs
Cycle, explore
I'll always be trying
To live to do more
Existing as a human
What's in a name?
Ordinary man
If I work I get paid
You've got to have something
That fights through the pain
Creative endeavour or musical fiddling
Cookery skills or literally thinking
The words of an author weaving his tapestry
The pictures you conjure.
Might stop your head from sending you
Out with a pet
On a dark blown night
The nine o'clock train is due at the bay.
The wind hurries me toward the car
Once inside I close the door
As dusk ascends
The shadow hour
Music on, head for home
Always driving
Stay on the road
Mind the traffic
An accident would be truly tragic?
AGL
Under my feet
Is cushioned for me by sturdy black boots
Sloppy, slick slimy navigating as every part of my leg plays a part in keeping me upright
Sinews twist, the cramping ageing muscles uncomfortably held in kilter
Heading for home
Light retreats
The ever arriving daily dusk clocks in
I can't see the car quite yet.
This place takes me away
But only for a short time
Drudgery
Routine
Work
Though enjoyable
Wears at one
Through time, burdened by the worries of others
Chinks appear, cracks of darkness on a golden life
Wandering, watching twigs may snap
Wind blown pine trees sing in high pitched terror
Birds dart
Rabbits unseen?
But for borrows
Buzzards soar
A red kite adorned a fence post
Squirrels elusive
Watching
Just in case
I might see one race by
Even in the periphery of either eye
A busy head is a safe head?
Freedom from worries
Eating and gnawing
Snatching at anything that will offset these thoughts
Let the wind carry me
I could be
Searching for currents
Awash in the bounty
Lost to the deep
Cutting impulsively
Carrying through
Desperate to sleep
Impulsively leaving
By the opening trap door
A decision made
There would be no going back
Memories wither, the decaying flowers
Once so cheering
Now but compost
The truth of life
Is mostly pleasant
The light the glory
Summers sun
Autumn shining
Foliage, in resplendance
Ready to fall
When strong thrown gusts
Shake leaves loose
I've watched them fall heard that sound
The curled up corpses laying themselves to rest
Cold air in rushes
Snuggle in
The love the care I have and hold
The bonds that make us who we are
All of this keeps me trying
To be alive
To not fail by dying
Look for comfort when darkness finds you
Choose the trees
Wander in nature
Walk the dogs
Cycle, explore
I'll always be trying
To live to do more
Existing as a human
What's in a name?
Ordinary man
If I work I get paid
You've got to have something
That fights through the pain
Creative endeavour or musical fiddling
Cookery skills or literally thinking
The words of an author weaving his tapestry
The pictures you conjure.
Might stop your head from sending you
Out with a pet
On a dark blown night
The nine o'clock train is due at the bay.
The wind hurries me toward the car
Once inside I close the door
As dusk ascends
The shadow hour
Music on, head for home
Always driving
Stay on the road
Mind the traffic
An accident would be truly tragic?
AGL
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