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Sit By The River Long Enough by Paul White I used to envy those for whom Youth was a gentle stroll Through green and rolling foothills, Punctuated by friendly country pubs; Good ale, and nourishing food. When for me it felt a nightmare climb, Through freezing fog and valley banditry. Gaol-term pauses, and prison bitch love. Climbing jagged fucking cliffs naked and cold, Eating shit, every meal. I used to envy those for whom Life seemed so secure. Cathedral strong, Rooted in faith, history and strength, Trustworthy, hallowed and adored. Echoed prayers for millenia. When for me it was a terror run through Quicksand, thick mud, burning lime, An atom in the vast, a tiny expression Of hurt and fear. A jackboot on the Human face for ever. These days are gone. Envy seems so fragile. Life is still a climb, but it needs no guile. If it seems a risk, I say take a while. (A seagull flys frantically against the wind, rolls and drops. Alights the air, and calmly waits.) 5 August 2005 at 10:47 PM ©2005 Paul White _______________ Paul White is a Londoner by inclination, but will sit around and people watch anywhere in the world. When not writing he is putting the world to rights from his favourite bar stool or trying to make people listen to his new records. Some of his poetry and prose can be found on his blog. Being a literature and philosophy graduate, he is quite naturally unemployed. |
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