ORGANISED CHAOS

By the Urban Poet

Running late not washed the plates

'cos I didn't have time

with all I have to sort at mine.

It never stops and as I check my watch

the time flies by and I ask myself why

my life's in chaos in my own minds eye?

 

All forces seem against me you see

or at least that's how it seems to be

when it all goes wrong instead of right

and twilight soon gives way to night

in this crazy topsy turvy life

where white is black and black is white

 

People coming in and out

its constant and there is no doubt

that one day I will meet my match

by leaving that front door on the latch.

 

The timing of events for me

always end up in catastrophe

even to the extreme when

the window cleaner comes again

at exactly the time I take a leak

Even though there's other houses

on our street!

 

Meetings, appointments, hospitals,doctors

Dentist, Social workers, Carers it's mental.

It's as if somehow that time's stood still

rewound fast forwarded and played again

It's a nine day week in a seven day world

and I'm close to the white flag being unfurled

 

But I keep on going as what drives me on

are the people who care and love and share, the load with me to get me there, where? Normality!

From ‘Poetry Gold’ by ‘Rick’ Varden