I sometimes curse the day I was born
as from this life we all are torn.
As quick as an eye
does easily blink
so there shall be
nothing to think.
So I will indulge
my experience will bulge
till it bursts at the seams,
no time for those unfathomable dreams.
Our bodies tire
as we live to expire
holding on to the inspiration
of our memories,
and no matter what
whether you have or have not
the last post will sound
when it does please

As  the  saying  goes.
Money  is  the  root  of  all  evil.
Money  as  never  interested  me.
As  long  as  I  have  enough  to  get  by.
I'm  happy.

It  was  the  same  at  work.
The  lads  fighting  to  get  the  overtime.
I  just  wanted  to  get  home.
To  my  wife  and  kids.

People  here  say  why  don't  you  sell.
Some  of  the  bits  you  have  around  the  flat.
But  they  give  me  much  more  pleasure.
Than  money  ever  will.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.