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I’m old and swollen
Cold and tired
Unreceptive
Uninspired
Life pulled away
Was pushed for time
Each day I’m drifting past
My prime
I miss the boat
Each night she sails
And as I float
My vision fails
I barely breathe
I dare not think
I pray to God
Please let me sink
***
Originally this was inspired by Kate here but I do tend to take a rather less optimistic view of things than does my estranged daughter, so I thought it more polite to post it separately – rather than detract from the sunny disposition reflected in her own poetry.
Richmond Road 
That’s really dismal! It reminds me of an old song by Alan Parsons called Oh Life (There Must be More!)
Sorry to hear about your estrangement!! 😮
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I love Alan Parsons…
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Everyone has days like that, mostly I try to ignore them.
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I tend to embrace them, as strange as that may seem.
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I may be “pushed for time,” but I’m not yet ready to “sink.” 🙃
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It is the very nature of time, to a degree, that is pushing me overboard. Or perhaps I am walking the plank …. it’s difficult to get the symbolism right, sometimes.
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lol trust you to take the opposite view pops … now you’ve got them worried about us …
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Opposite but not opposing.
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pedantic but not problematic …
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I found this a dark yet fascinating read, and well expressed. Having been here a few times in my life, that was very nicely penned indeed.
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How kind of you. Thank you.
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Pleasure Brutus, really enjoyed it 🙂
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Reblogged this on A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip! and commented:
A deliciously dark read!
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Each of us has his very hard times. Let’s hope it passes. Life’s not all bad
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Ha ha! It never passes. There is the occasional pause, at best.
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Good afternoon Brutis – ok – Spin The Keyboard Yarn – Baby Steps First launched today, with a small wee trial ..
https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2019/04/03/spin-the-keyboard-yarn-baby-steps-first/
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This reminds me of my father’s poetry. He had a gift for seeing the world through grey glasses. Sometimes his view was spot on, but sometimes he was just depressed. As a child, sometimes, it was hard to see the difference. I came to see your blog because of the face on your posts, lovely and historic and full of stories…
http://wwwlisabuiecollard.com
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