Gord

2020-09-01 04:48 am

A little boating, hidden motives, 
Net cast far and wide, rod and line, 
Bits of fishing where the hook is life,
We are the bait and our path decided.

A single holding, hot and high, 
One's Lifetime amidst the roses,
A river flowing, ascots and wine,
Single toll trip last night, no guilt. 

No guild and no scrill.
No landmarks or sites.
Gifts of civil clothing,
Met with concerning eyes,
In the yards at night,
Burning, the whole thing.

The inner coding of my heart of little noting,
A bit of doting, conflicts of the coal bin,
Am I composing, or composting with silicosis,
Wasting away my time with simple nothings,
Served of cold beer unnoticed with business going.