On Ambition

A word to the wise, be of fleet foot

and still of moral creed.

Honing your witticisms for later days;

incandescent, vague, shaded faces;

locked possessions, fixed like art.

Carting away the prisoners of your youth,

telling them to turn, hands on heads;

prime and point, squint and begin the count.


◄ Swept Paddock through Waning Light

Hot Air '97 ►


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Martin Elder

Sat 23rd Jan 2016 23:10

Like it a lot David ' A word to the wise ' sums it all up, the poem flows well, almost twisting and turning as it goes. Fab

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