A fake promise

This morning February
flirts with sunlight
And a promise of spring
on the horizon dark
Clouds gather
Don’t send the winter coat
For dry cleaning
The umbrella too can come
In handy

Took my old dog for a limp
We balance each other out
He keeps looking up
Imploringly
Arthritis/Gout
We don't go too far no more
Round the park and back
I let him eat what he likes these days
It's days that he lacks
The ones to come I mean
He's got plenty in the past
I saw him wolf his first sausage
Soon I'll watch him eat his last.

Into the valley
We ran with speed
Round the lake
Where the fishes feed
Down the footpath
Across the field
All this excitement
Didn’t get the appeal.
In my haste I had
Joined a race
Why was everybody
Running at a different pace.
At the end at the
finishing line,
Came in last now
That was fine.
I might have done better
If I had read the signs
Wasn’t my fault Im
Totally blind.

You’ve twisted
My mind
To a point
That I’m blind
Manipulated
Cajoled
In playing
Your role.
Im battered
And torn
Wishing you
We’re never born,
The love of my life
A nasty witch
Can’t wait to
Bury her in a ditch.

Mummy spoilt
All of my fun
She wouldn’t
Let me have
A machine gun.
I said it was my
Constitutional
Right
To shoot anyone
I didn’t like
She said son
Your only three
I said thats fine by me.

Thy glorious life I now possess,
is just nothing but a sort of mess—
and all those things I dreamed before,
are now nightmares sliding ashore.

It is human's nature, to adapt and change
but we weren't informed it would be out of our range—
for childhood is a fancy thing we've all enjoyed,
while adult things are far down this deceptive void.

How come we make children believe in fairytales
and not let them know about these nightmares and blues?
Life is not just about joyous songs of nightingales—
please give them facts and useful clues!

We are all nothing but earthlings trying to thrive,
and we are all nothing but people trying to survive—
We are all just lost adults on a lonely sea,
trying to make things work and make ourselves free;
on these unannounced and uninvited guests of adulthood, which decides if we'll be great or just up to no good—
but nonetheless, it's still marvelous to be here;
we never know the next and what's beyond there.