All I hear is the short slow creak,
Of the parasol as it shows it’s weak,
Weaker than me I think not right now,
Failings of a man exposed in the here and now,
This moment of time though peaceful and quiet,
Leaves me my thoughts which I did not require,
No time to turn back no time left to rebuild,
Desperate to see their time is filled,
With joy and light that I miss so much,
Please bring me the strength for all that I touch.
Something I wrote when I was feeling particularly low
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Lovely!! I appreciate you expressing yourself even in short words. It means a lot for someone who can relate on an equal scale.