I only have 5 minutes
To spare this poetry
Here it goes:

5.
I do not wish to be seen
Said the old man in me
So leave me alone
Cause I don't want to be

4.
For I've been running away
This is what I hate
And I envy everyone else
Who are not in the same fate.

3.
What have I become?
Where will I go?
The questions are left unanswered
And I've searched high and low.

2.
To be strong once more
In my world full of doubt
To be strong while I lose
In my latest bout.

1.
I wish I had more time
Just like before
I only have 5 minutes
And I wish I had more.

Please for dailiness
Help me take it slow.

Courage, calm, and caring
The anxiety will ebb and flow.

            Seeking. On we go.

Thought we were the chosen ones
thought we had been picked,
didn't know the deck was marked
and we had all been tricked.

they thought that we were done for
until we showed them what the gun
was for, so don't tell me it's not a war
when people fall dead on the streets.

Pitch your tent in parliament
get rich, become a well heeled gent
but heed the warning you've been sent
your card has been marked too.

Lots of differing views
the fake new real news
deals on kitchen appliances
and Moroccan leather shoes
it's more than enough to
confuse you, but
who's reading this?

Tuesday
are you waking up
have you woke?

I'm on my second cup
because I got up early.

Now reading, scientific advice
if you don't like it once
don't do it twice,
sounds about right
for Facebook.

I'll see you again
whenever lockdown is through again.

they could have been the words of an old song
but they're not
because we're broken and worn out and
bravery was torn out from us
the
rule books are being burnt

it's Sunday and what have we learnt from this?

People are drowning in global warming
and
we're being frozen out of the conversation
by the corporation.

the year to come
fear for some
which is probably
for the best,

know your enemy
but love society
give freely

most things are a Trojan Horse
but sometimes one needs wood
for the fire.

and it's too late to pray
we're in the Novel-zone
it's coming and they're coming
to take us all away

Kashmir
Burundi
Bognor
funny how Bognor crept in
as I slept in and under
Egyptian cotton sheets.

How
exotic
******
prophetic?
pathetic.

There is nothing in the manual
that says
one can only dream of slippers and
Sunday dinners when you get old
or
older.

Just showered the week off me,
I do it daily, but it only works
on Friday
and
I do not use 'Camay'
because it's probably
a registered trade name
and I won't get in a lather
for any of their fame,
unless they pay me lots of
money.

What was the slip?
the hop and skip
the trip
or
just a blip on the radar?

How far did it go
was I there
do I know?

She,
told me later.

I drank lemonade
but it was Scheherezade
who drank me in

I tried to begin
again,
the paIn
stopped me.