The urge to partake in a leisurely walk, Through streets of a market town up in the north. Prepare for the deluge of frivolous talk, With inane complaining, my rage is called forth. If life was a shower scene, Director: Hitchcock, Some bodies ‘neith patios the police would unearth. To close down this drivel, I … More A life in three verses
As the second hand tics its way round the face, The sounds of our timepieces beat our lament. One minute of life disappears. Not a trace Of a past that was filled with hope and intent. Intent to live long with illustrious grace, Not sullied with anger or sweetened torment. So don’t look on the … More PRIDE?