Mushy mind, emotions spent
Enduring anger persists at karma’s folly
Dysfunction reigns, parasol protects not
Pretentious prose mine novel distraction
Wordsworth without the words
Shelley without the shell.
Unrelenting detritus, any plans to move on?
Like fab quartet mused, fool on the hill’s wants are excessive not
Nowt high maintenance sought by nowhere man
Peace of mind his solitary goal on mystery tour
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
His mother should know, but isn’t sure.
Rudderless fool, hill in situ
Sees the sun going down; while the eyes in head
Witness revolutions of globe
Nowhere man refuses to recant creative musings
Lifetime of acquiescence a strategy long gone
Difference now embraced, negative spouting disregarded with distain.
2 kids who've flown the nest, 1 wife whose flown with Jet2. Born at a young age in 1960's Leeds, the author became interested in the literary life when his wife bought him a dog. Having an allergy to dogs, he swapped it for a typewriter. Being unable to train the typewriter to retrieve tennis balls, he reluctantly turned to writing...... Website - www.writesaidfred.org