Moss runs greener in the sun

On all the things he’d lost and found
he turned around, and let them slide

he ran the old belongings ragged:
possessions, mind and jacket.

What good possessions anyhow?

Now that time was on his side
the world was in his pocket.

material wealth

◄ From any balcony around

The dolphins seemed unfriendly ►

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Dominic James

Wed 19th Sep 2018 09:20

Hi Brian,
thanks for that. & Oh yeh: it started as a longer poem. Something along the lines of life begins, or, there's a turnaround at 50. Or maybe there should be. Dom

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Brian Maryon

Wed 19th Sep 2018 09:16

I like it Dominic, though still to work out how the title relates to the piece.

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