October 8, 2017Poem

It is too easy to drift,

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It is too easy to drift,

Wander aimlessly

Walk whilst standing still

Listen to a child sing

A nonsense song

Artlessly playing

With a breath filled balloon

A freestyle

Hand to hand bounce

Dancing to her own tune

The sun a casual observer

A willing participant

In the magic

Of survival

A global event

On the domestic front

Simple pleasures

Finally breaking through

Boredom

Does not exist

As a mind set

It is stateless

A concept

Banished from further enquiries

Into the process

Of curiosity

With or without a cat

There is a litter

Of soft toys

Essential props

In a play date

The backyard

More than a stage

The whole world

Captured in a dress up

Three act revue

The seven ages of man

Look on

Rapt in delight

Children playing

Grandads praying

They will see a graduation

Before the decline

Accelerates

Willing the mind

To remain disciplined

Even on a Sunday.