It just comes on this need to write

Put pen to paper

Or text to type

On the desk lay

Words of


Staged before

Inspired thought

Youth curtain call

Note it down

Do not ignore

Niggle and doubt

Life recall

Begin next chapter

There’s no rehearse

One shot only

Mid life verse.

Palm tree dream

My mind is very tired

Full and overrun

Heavy eyes are calling

Relax, sleep overcome

Yet I cannot entertain

That thought of switching off

I’ll have a few more moments

Before quietly drifting off

I drift upon blue ocean

Calm yet nodding waves

Pebble lapping symphony

Palm trees breezy sway

Sunlight warmth of sand

Grains pure in soft hand

Dreaming ever further

In the quiet of the night

Long way off to morning

Rest in minds delight.


Have you sold your soul?

Can he hear your plee?

Ticking clock runs out

In your life of glee

Lived all your lux

In filth and squander

World of waste, not much wonder

Flight of poor while fancy free

Living high society

Baby born upon wrong path

Seed is growing full of wrath

Heat is rising feel the sweat

Time to pay off all your debt.

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