Before it's too late

The last few years

Were void of cheers

All my success

Was average, or less

But the joy of pain

Like a needle in vein

Kept me on board

A cheap sell out fraud

Cold comfort exchanged

For a night of disdain

To awake the next day

A heavy price to pay

As I brush my hair

With my fingers

and bear

The lashes of life

Cut deep like a knife

I’ll get up again

Despite the mundane

Of a life lest lived

Being a City spiv

You see me commute

A sharp dark blue suit

Brogues polished and bright

Steady, strong for the fight

But deep in my psyche

I’d rather teach Reiki

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John Marks

Sat 14th Nov 2020 01:59

I was taken along by the swing rhythm. Self-deprecation is the ruin of the nation! Write on.

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Bon Darcy

Tue 27th Oct 2020 19:09

Thanks Rose and Paul. I wondered if the last part was a cop out but I enjoy the twist and it made me think of all those 'other' jobs people wished they did 😊

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Paul Sayer

Tue 27th Oct 2020 18:42

This is one of those poems that i enjoyed... until I reached the last line... a toe-curling in my 'Oxfords' moment... OMFG!

I love this poem Bon.

Po.

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Rose Casserley

Tue 27th Oct 2020 18:12

Great piece Bon!







Rose 💋

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