The Retired Bloke

Be Thankful

He was sometimes so high

So high he felt he could fly

Fly in the clouds high in the sky

Like a bird untethered and free 

Sometime he came crashing down

Crashing uncontrollably crashing down to earth

Faster than a peregrine falcon

Targeting its innocent prey

There were no signs, no signals

Of which way he would go

There were no indications 

Which way the river would flow 

There was no way of telling 

Whether the tide was approaching

Or fading away in to the distance 

Just one second it would take

To reconfigure the mood

To end the joy and replace with sadness 

No matter how hard he tried

He couldn’t combat the trigger

He could not figure

How to suppress the feelings 

Of continuous extremes 

Ebbing and flowing backwards and forwards

In the dead of night populating dreams 

Stoking nightmares and fantasies 

Of long life and sudden death

Breathing fresh air then struggling for breath

Oh how he wished for a life

Where everything was measured 

Where every second welcomed and treasured 

Where the road ran smooth

No potholes to navigate 

Where all around sooth 

But life is too precious to be who we’re not

And just be thankful for all that we’ve got. 

Comments4

  • Christina8

    I think this is a well written and thought out poem. Thank you for taking me on your journey and sharing with with me!

  • MissileOfUncertainty

    This actually felt pretty dark to me. It’s so... relatable. Like putting a feeling into words that I’ve never been able to describe before. So thank you!

  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Dichotomies and oxymorons challenge us in life.

    Yet, your ending message keeps us focused on what is real.

    Quite enjoyable to read. :)

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write. The last two lines are so very true.



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