Man

Splintered hands
Fingers swollen

Mans work
Mans toil

Imprints his
Life

Like a stamp
On his head

He goes about his day
The date stamp changes
Every day

He doesn’t realise
Till he’s old
That he was so young once

The sign in at work
Watch that second hand

Hellos
Goodbyes

The after work
drinks with colleagues
Or not

The trains the buses
The ferries
That carry us all

Through the grind

Once we used daily
Now hardly annual
Exercises now

Time is a flicker
Like a butterfly
We miss the grub

Let time
Be gone

And we will be
Like a statue
Rotting
With
False smiles

To strange faces
passers by
On a city street

The litter
Of time
Leaves a stark
Reminder
Of papers
We once held
So important

We look up
The sky
Was always there
We just never noticed

Just how blue
Or grey
Or red or yellow

There should be a life rule
Look up
Before you
Cross
Your road
Or cross your T ‘s


The day you slumber
And never wake

Is the day you
Won’t forget
The last look up

Like a grub
You will be transformed
Into that beautiful
Creature

With wings
To fly away

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

The problem with ageing is that you don't notice until it has happened and then it is too late to do anything about it

No need to reply or review any of my 'stuff'
I just enjoy reading your 'stuff'

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Hey don’t tell me what to do
Lol jokin
I like your stuff

[Dave Brown]

✔️ .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have started looking up----just to see what I might sooner or later be getting into.
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks Jacob
Hope you are well

[John the Baptist]

Time can indeed seem ruthless. Here today, gone tomorrow. Yet it is a creation of the surface mind. In the present moment, the I AM, time does not exist.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes correct
Thanks 🙏

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

life i.e. precious, we come and go in the blink of an eye

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes
Thanks 🙏