There it is, that thought, again!
What is it? Is it my mind playing tricks?
I see life as a battle
A war between my mind and another mind.
Who’s in control? Me or it!
Or is it him, or her? My feminine side!
Who cares! For now it’s me.
And for the moment I function
But only as a male human being.
How do I do? Christ! I don’t know.
I just do my best. I do. I do!
©Joe Wilson – What’s going on in there?..2013
There I was
And now I’m not
I’m lost like you
In life’s gavotte.
The world it spins
We all stand still
To make a move
We need the will.
©Joe Wilson – At a standstill 2013
I called, you were not there
I couldn’t wait
I had to leave
Goodbye. I’m sorry.
©JRW2013
I’m sitting here shivering and waiting
And I’m not having very much luck
While Tom over there has a net full of perch
There’s nowt on the end of my hook.
It’ll be just the same when we next go
Tom’ll fill up his net with some bream
Me, I’ll catch me a couple of minnows
But I’ll smile when I’d much rather scream.
But wait! The carp season cometh
And it’s my turn to have me some fun
The one way that he’d catch a leather
Is to shoot at the thing with a gun.
The carp, what a mighty opponent
Has such power and grace all in one
But poor Tom as he lifts up his ledger
Finds no fish, and the bait has all gone.
©Joe Wilson – To a Carp…2014
He sat there lonely, very sad
Redundancy was very bad
You’re too old at forty-eight
Go and sit, and wait – and wait.
And after he had sat and waited
Pride had gone, he felt deflated
No one would ask him
No one would care
Who’d want to know
Why he was sat there!
And thus he sat as he was told
On old park benches, tired and cold
Until one day he simply died
Nobody missed him, nobody cried.
He was far too young at fifty-seven
To leave his bench and find his Heaven.
But, no one had asked him
No one had cared
His dignity gone
He’d completely despaired.
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