Some
may wonder why
they even bother to
put themselves out
and try
to do
the right thing
when everything
seems to be against them.

I also wonder why
and when I do
I can understand
what you
are going through.

There is a light
however dim
that makes the road
a little less grim

but
the batteries are failing.

Because you cannot spot the difference
does not mean we're all the same
and sometimes what you're trying to spot
is yourself by a different name.

differently
describes you and me
those and them
and yet
we're still all flowers
from a single stem.

For the same old new
we got lamps for you.

no genie?
how mean we become,
a few shillings in the bank
and suddenly
we're all Frank Bruno
although
defending what's yours is
the thing to do,
ask Frank
he knew,

one of the good guys.

When I am blinded by that brilliant flash
it won't be Jesus that's on my mind
it'll be a bottle of wine
and as the world we know sinks
I'll be sinking a glass or two.

She says
I won't be able to find the corkscrew
but thanks to Baldrick
I have a cunning plan,

screwtop bottles.

As I look into her eyes
yesterday comes back alive.

I see
the meadows where we'd go
the river that ran slow

the light
the dark
and
we were there
in the park
the band played
and we stayed
for what seemed
an eternity.

She qualifies my
existence.

..when you know it's time to go
and you need to take that leap
but you keep on looking back
knowing there's no chance of change

there is no new identity

whatever is out there is meant for you and me
and the first steps take us nearer to our goals

From nought to sixty
in three seconds
is unlikely to fix me
I
need a slow build up
to build up
to
that moment
when
everything comes together.

I am a jigsaw with one piece missing
and can never see the whole picture,

but there are a million pieces
so
in time
who knows.