Bumper Cars – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)

I start again.
But there is a pattern in our lives —
when the hopscotch is high
and the skipping has only just begun.

What Became Of Those People – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)

I wonder what happened to —
became of —
those people
who crossed my path.

The Chapters Upon My Back – Written Tuesday 27th May 2025 (Aged 50)

Life has told
a tale or two.
I feel now
much older than I ever have.

Relatable Sin – Written Tuesday 20th May 2025 (aged 50)

We have been broken
by not early on
finding a wife,
one that was a trick or two.

Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)

Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.

Sun Shines Down – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)

Woke up early,
out on the road,
sun shines
as I snake my way up the hills.

I Would Like To Belong – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)

I would like to belong.
I did not stay that long,
and now I feel like a journeyman
just going from place to place.

London and Smitten – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)

Back then, I seemed so far away
from being a child,
but a child I was —
still a fledgling in my thoughts.

What Became of Hope – Written Thursday 8th May 2025 (Aged 50)

What became of hope?
Did it fall over?
Fall out?
Has it taken cover?

Wild Bore – Written Thursday 8th May 2025 (Aged 50)

Experiences mould you,
then they fold you,
and they fold you up,
and they try to take you away.