you are a tonic
when i am close to the bins
you make my heart smile
when it could sink in gin

i try not to forget and cling on
but that is silly, what is this second
is quickly gone

i have lived so many lives
so many people
fighting to remain honest deep inside
changing natures, changing times

she said,
my mother told me,
tell them to, ‘stick the job’
i thought,
that hardly equips you for life

how much have we seen
how much have we felt
we have clung to tress
on which the snow now must melt

they ride racehorses
i clamber onto foals
they dominate premarked courses
i am never sure of goals

when push comes to shove
it is,
not enough
others need to shine

it is all there,
a psychological mess
that gets pushed around rooms
from people blaming you
to people wrongly framing you