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Alone he stands at the edge of his time
Turns around to survey all that has passed,
Praised the Lord upon life’s highest mountain
Cursed the devil down anxieties path.

Presses rewind a conscious video
Springs to life in rapid reverse,
At the beginning his youth
An urchin’s uncharted run,
Those days clamped to the
Innocence of boyhood fun.

A different stance when school he did leave
No teacher’s pet did he heed,
Labelled useless to wear around his neck
Then bedded in his mind never to forget.

His parents true to a labourious class
Seize the moment for payment back
Fifteen years a comfort zone
With so much expense on him blown
He’s soon to learn life is just a loan.

So, with pick and spade
That glistened with sweat,
He dug for humanity
Buried many a decent soul,
Some though he thinks to hell they would go.

Yet within these episodes
Of life and death
Leads a path forced by consequence,
To a far off land a family in tow
Another beginning another hoe.

From shop floor to management
The road long and never straight,
A journey flawed with ableism
To earn dignity and respect.

So in retirement and winter’s bite
Common sense and summer’s long gone,
Stage left has a role it’s in its prime
With lawless street so full of crime,
Where contours of opinions continue to shift
And Armageddon to rise from a nonsensical rift.

Alone he stands at the edge of his time
Turns around to survey all that has passed,
Praised the Lord upon life’s highest mountain
Cursed the devil down anxieties path.

© Harry J Horsman 2021

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