The thickets of time
come rain or shine,
scratch the best of years,
old man looking on
do you still count the cricket scores
in your sleep ?
with jumpers for wickets,
and blackberries down country lanes.
Navel looking down
the vastness of your now waist line,
a mark of your captaincy
receipts of your labour
dangling like a butchers overall.
In your limelight your broadened smile
releases a relinquished accent
that you could never quite forgive.
.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
The thickets of time
come rain or shine,
scratch the best of years,
old man looking on
do you still count the cricket scores
in your sleep ?
with jumpers for wickets,
and blackberries down country lanes.
Navel looking down
the vastness of your now waist line,
a mark of your captaincy
receipts of your labour
dangling like a butchers overall.
In your limelight your broadened smile
releases a relinquished accent
that you could never quite forgive.
.
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