baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad

trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears

feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off

like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs

desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company

our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray

our need to be okay

who said life starts at forty
was delusional

recording of the above poem read by the author