Strolling along
It was late summer, a breeze
swept my face, brushing my lips
The leaves on the willow were still
I wondered why.
I said hello
The morning was advancing
swiftly moving were the hands on the clock
The clock at the town hall had many faces
But not as many as him I thought.
He'd get an award dressed in gold
for some of his performances I thought
shouting his head off
first thing in my morning
When I could have been peacefully strolling
Like now.  I thought for a while, like I do
I was hungry
Hungry for happiness to come my way
I was once - happy.  I shall have to define it.
Being able to smile without guilt
Relaxed not tense
Wondering if my teacup would brush my face
like the breeze.
Now I am going backwards. Not in time,
Nor am I strolling towards the beginning
of my walk.
I want to go back if the forward could be different.
Back then we were happy.
Not now  Happiness is not allowed any more.
But I am happy now, just for the walk.
My thoughts haunt me.
They cloud my head.
Throwing the blanket of misery over.
I saw him. Just.
His face was pulling the two o'clock face
which was a progressing frown.
Just like the clock in the town.