bryan wallace

Shunned, forgotten and ignored,
Dis-owned by civilised society.
You sit sheltering from the sleet
On a cold damp bed of newspapers
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Shorts and t-shirts sit unused
In the bottom of my bedroom drawer.
The bottle of factor fifty suntan lotion-
Sits unopened on the dressing room table.
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Fare thee well, my old friend.
I've suddenly realised -
I haven't needed you in a long time -
You're part of my life no longer.
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One hundred years ago -
Mistrust and suspicion between nations -
Our respective governments decided -
They all had to be tough - stand up and fight -
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Mobile phones, Ipads, Thinkpads and Android Tablets.
Text Messages, emails, tweets and Facebook notifications.
Do you ever think that we suffer
From a disease called Communication Over-load?
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Oh where have we gone wrong in life?
Where have we taken the wrong turn?
Why is that we can no longer -
See the world anew?
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I blow in from the sea
From far across the deep blue yonder.
Together with all my family
Locked together in a grey-white form,
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Seven years ago
I sat at this table-
I had dinner with you.
The window behind
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It is true to say that life goes on,
The wheel keeps turning day after day.
People come and people go, the seasons
Keep on changing - day follows night -
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Resplendent in standard issue county council yellow,
The road-sweeper pauses on the pavement's edge
With his faithful rubbish cart at his side
And his litter grabbing device poised in hand.
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My small feet sink into peaty soil,
The purple heather polishes our boots as we walk,
Cocksfoot grass seed and burrs stick to our clothes.
The glorious golden sea of yellow whin bushes
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January brings the frost and snow they say.
Temperatures dip and pavements slippery underfoot.
New Year's Resolutions planned exercise regimes
Come to a shuddering halt, as we baulk
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Clear freshwater softly flows
Washing over the rocks and stones.
Last night's heavy rainfall
Still visible, in the risen level.
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Looking through a cracked window pane,
My view of the world outside obtained -
Framed in a decaying sash window frame.
Across a decaying back yard.
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Footsteps sink softly in fresh virgin snow.
The dull grey roadway temporarily shining
Brilliant white crystallised water reflecting
The brilliant moonlight shining bright
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Evening sunlight filters through dusty window panes
Casting soft amber shadows on a dusty floor.
An empty leather armchair casts its long shadow.
The feelings of emptiness fills the void -
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The birds they are singing in the trees,
The sky is a beautiful clear pale blue.
The snowdrops are in splendid bloom
And all is right with the world,
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I feel my bed calling me,
My day's work - done for now.
Rest and sleep beckon -
A welcoming beacon -
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The light of life is fading from our world.
The summer's long evening sunlight fades,
Softly - darkening into the dark abyss -
Autumn's evening - dull, dark and dreary -
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The pendulum in the clock of life
Swings it's slow metronomic beat.
The spindles wear and the oil of life thickens -
From life giving lubrication to sticky-deathly sludge
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