lonely passerby
insolent demeanor
face hidden in a hoodie
focused eyes
scanning the surroundings
hands deep in pockets
mischief at the fingertips
on a lookout for treasures
in for a change of ownership
cool wind lifts the leaves
storm is brewing above
dark clouds on approach
the hoodie falls back
revealing mop of hair
over stern face
hurt and unheard
disillusioned with life
the face of a child
in disguise
Exceptional is what I wish I had said
In the comments section
On the below blog post
Its words precise
Deserving pride
My soul rejoiced
Upon its discovery
This post was inspired by the below challenge.
PROMPT #388
fitting into shrinking pants
fitting into society
no longer fit for purpose
pear shaped statue
the fallen hero
off the pedestal
misery laying
across the footpath
irritating passers by
the missing piece
of the life’s puzzle
to be discovered
desperation
labeled
home made
vibrant energetic sleek
terms that fade with age
grumpy tired slow
now fills the page
all is jolly good
until we reach fifty
money come and go
time to be more thrifty
with growing years
celebrate the wins
having all the teeth
share with wider grins
browsing the net
neon sign with a plug
appears on the screen
buy this magic drug
better still the next one
giving us a poke
what service to have
when we croak
running out of time
before all the money
after years of hard work
could seem almost funny
note for our current self
don’t wait for better days
time to cherish here and now
there are no new yesterdays
