Untitled 56 Poem by Andy Brookes

'Sometimes I think.' she said 'Cynicism should be synonymous with tired.
'Often.' she pauses gathering her thoughts. 'You get to a point in your life where you can foresee an outcome but are just too damn tired to fight. to make it work.'

'No cynicism.' I reply. 'Is where you meet reality head on and wonder if its worth going forwards leaving the trail lying down and giving up. as the sometimes dreary caravan of life runs across the desert. the only relief is the oasis of life, where sometimes, if your're lucky, you can rest and drink your fill of love and joy.'

'That is so sad.' she says her eyes filling with tears.