Deck chairs in the sun, oh what a load of fun! Life’s too short to not pack it full.
Envy a traitor, love the fuel … but it’s cruel. A look relieves pain of thought, A million timelines, lessons untaught. One testament & all fears would be irrelevant, A meeting is twicefold, isn’t life elegant. A friendship bracelet the only real thing remembered… Nevertheless the first seeds of correction are tempered. A spaghetti stick & the last marshmellow, Colourful to see … me, covered in yellow. Who are you, you may as well share… A lion & a sheep locked in a deep stare Who the predator, who the prey Questions arise - the answers, please say? Nature’s dancing therapist - its healing touch Golden moonlight, my soul … brushed. Regret emerges so that I want it more, Yet at the time I really wasn’t very sure. I’m appeased & confused as conflicting messages brew, My mind tears against it but deep down I know it’s true. That this whole poem … well, can you guess without a clue?