A Life in the Day of

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Eyes flutter open, seeing with light afresh

Unveiling visions

Sparkling with early dew

 

Pure and clean, untainted by the day to come

Crisp, sharp air

Nature’s heady brew

 

Hitting mid morning with spring-heeled leap

The child has no pride

He’s just along for the ride

 

Lessons learned and hurdles jumped

That first real feeling

Of battling the tide

 

The Mid-day sun brings heat and passion’s flame

Playing along with the game

And those first pangs of shame

 

Chasing memories while the energy is fresh

Marking your territory

And staking your claim

 

Stealing smiles across the afternoon

As the day peaks

And time inexorably leaks

 

Accelerating forward

Turning minutes to hours, hours to days

And days into weeks

 

Then eventide to bask in the glow

Make sense of the day

Take pride in your stock

 

Remembering the air, the light

The heat of the fight

Looking back to when you walked that walk

 

As the shadows take over

And the darkness grows

That’s when true nature shows

 

A legacy of what we shared

As the light fades

And the night forces the day to a close

 

Billy 10/3/17

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keep Dreaming

dreming

I remember a time
When I associated drive
With the shark’s need to keep moving
If it wants to stay alive
And that was what made me strive
I honestly believed
That somehow 
This bollocks
Was the formula to thrive
Pick a direction
Go with the flow
Wear all the trappings
Status on show
Swallow your pride
And forget all you know
Be a good mushroom
Stay in the dark
And we MIGHT
Let you grow
But try burning brightly
You’ll be blinded by the glare
Extinguishing the industrious spark
To be replaced
With that thousand yard stare
As it dawns
That there’s been too many dawns
And here you are
Still a spare
No chance of this cat ever getting the cream
Not after a life
Of reaching for the prize
But only ever catching steam
The dream may work out for some
But for others
It’s only ever a dream
Time
The hunted beast
Was mine to kill
To toy with and use
To gorge on ’til I’d had my fill
But time is a stalking horse
And it never really did stand still
 
Billy 25/02/17