Month: November 2021

Time does go so fast,
and it drags me a long too,
making me older.

It is time to stop,
put the pen down and retire,
and have a good sleep.

I’ll be fine tomorrow,
up at 6 and fighting fit,
ready for the day.

So it’s time to go,
snuggle down and catch some zees,
and dream surreal dreams.

We went to Stratford,
and it has changed a lot now,
and really quite nice.

I have fish and chips,
very tasty too, I loved it,
and will go back soon.

The shops were heaving,
with those huge Black Friday signs,
and some with discounts.

They’re resisting me,
the followers on Twitter,
they should follow back.

It’s feeling colder,
and Artic like I would say,
and start to shiver.

My shoes need changing,
left and right is right and left,
and I change my socks.

I am catching colds,
and then throwing them away,
otherwise healthy.

Whether it’s weather,
or just how it feels today,
but I’d say it’s cold.

I do not feel right,
in fact I am very left,
far left of my right.

I’m turning around,
but I do not make a sound,
but I get giddy.

Drink through paper straws,
or of course there are glass ones,
and stainless steel ones.

The things they think off,
it makes my head hurt it, it does,
like banana juice.

The cold days will come,
if you think it’s cold today,
we had better wrap up.

The clouds fill the sky,
and the stars and moon ask why,
“Why can’t we be seen?”

Tension on the wire,
as the fat pigeons sit there,
and just seem to stare.

I’m courting danger,
that’s another name for her,
yes, of course, my wife.

On another trip,
to see what its really like,
on the other side.

Into London Town,
and across it twice today,
there and coming back.

I have made a plan.
and I have kept it simple,
so I can do it.

The plan’s to do stuff,
the things I need to finish,
I just have to try.

The sky’s a light grey,
most trees stand outside naked,
and a robin sings.

A guitar playing,
sweet and intoxicating,
rhythms of the night.

The words like the lines,
it holds them as they follow,
a good guiding hand.

I took my guitar;
held it tightly to my chest,
and it is all right.

Time is not our friend,
filled with opportunities,
we must always chase.

Funny things happen,
if you like a good old time,
and out on the town.

Folded page corners,
show that special page that’s marked,
to find that something.

It’s three steps forward,
and then back two, but progress,
that is hard to see.

I’m waiting in line,
the queue’s like a tired snake,
stuck under a rock.

The weather is cool,
with showers of golden leaves,
and hopes of good times.

The scene from the cafe,
like as old Western movie,
somewhere in London.

My music profile:
cloudy with some rain later;
puddles resonate.