Month: September 2021

The week has begun,
and where is the sun today,
yes, it is Monday.

The trains aren’t required,
I am working from home now,
and keeping it real.

I found an old foot,
a claw in fact, a dragon’s,
about two feet long.

I think I recall,
how this claw came to be here,
from a dark wet night.

Back home and ready,
for the week ahead at work,
but I am tired.

Out riding my bike,
just thirty minutes and quick.
Enough to feel it.

I’ll play some guitar,
strike a chord and let it ring,
then play another.

Sleep’s not far away,
and if I close my eyes quick,
I feel it close in.

Central London life,
it is fun and good to see,
and be part of it.

Seeing the sites too,
like Natural History,
what a place that is.

Got falafel lunch,
that was good, the salad fresh,
and so tasty too.

We had dinner out,
Chinese, fresh and so tasty,
and bigged up the bill.

A weekend away,
and starting on the Friday,
to get a head start.

Some time in London,
we miss going out to eat,
and the London scenes.

A long journey in,
and parking, alot of fun,
for a crazy man.

Welcome to the tribe,
the London car parking tribe,
we know how it’s done.

A day in at work,
trains, tubes and buses, and walk,
so i do keep fit.

There are things to do,
most will wait to Monday now,
as time has run out.

I miss my music,
it is still there, not playing,
so it hangs around.

I’m scratching an itch,
and it feels so very good,
until it is sore.

What day it was now?
They all merge into a mess,
a short messy week.

My eyes play me up,
sometimes see and sometimea don’t,
and that’s near enough.

They say it’s my age,
but i can see that so well,
I think It’s the light.

Foraging for words,
the hunting is no good now,
I take what I find.

Some simple ditties,
simple rhymes, keep me healthy,
in my mind, I think.

I stretch out the words,
and see if they will spring back,
to what they were once.

Long words or short words,
they all go together well,
like peas in a pod.

And’s underrated,
over used and a good friend,
for those connections.

I have missed a day,
I didn’t feel it had gone,
but it has for good.

I recall something,
a shock and realisation
that got me thinking.

I am waiting now,
and some music is playing,
but it’s not my choice.

And I missing lunch,
and that makes me feel hungry,
with the thought of it.

Riding my bike,
and just as fast as the wind,
that’s five miles an hour.

No, I go faster,
top gear all the way i will,
if it’s all downhill.

I had a work block,
it was there but I struggled,
to do anything.

The rain fell gently,
each drop like soft sweet kisses,
that finished too soon.

It is time for bed,
and dreams start like real stories,
that do not make sense.

Things are changing fast,
and not for the best either,
and makes me work hard.

I’m looking around,
far and near and all about,
caring for my eyes.

Screen time is mean time,
without those regular breaks,
and those comfort breaks.

The people who past by
Run or walk with confidence,
like this is my thing.

The shopping is done,
and it is more expensive,
by thirty percent.