I have thrown out my toys

I have thrown out my toys

Stomped out in a strop

Swallowed cold air

Pushed on anyway

Walked into the night

Making a play

When

But for stupidity

It was easier to stop

Walked dark streets

Avoided drinkers

Staggering home

Young guys

In their Daddy’s car

Cruising

Homeless guys snoozing

Under the trees

Behind the bus stop

Out of sight

Of the night patrol

I have walked

Through a Churchyard

Filled with old ghosts

The whisper

Of a Bat’s wings

Flying overhead

Wishing I had stayed home

Coming to my senses

Sitting on a gravestone

In loving memory

With sorrow and remorse

Counting out

My blessings

Planted in a row

Oh lucky man

Not to be forgot

When so many

Lonely people lie

Buried in the snow

Their bodies lost

Until the turn of spring

When Daffodils

Start to grow

I have walked back

In the rain

Seen a light still lit

Above the door

A recalcitrant child

In all but age

Feeling cold and foolish

As old as time

Returning home

Where, thankfully

An angel

Will remind me

Arrogance is cruelty

And hubris is a crime