Security I Guess
Help me oh please help me
I havent lost my mind
But tell me oh please tell me
Why it is so hard to find,
I havent fallen off the truck
It crushed another man,
I know the training perfectly
But never met the sand.
A lonely man you'd call me
But you are to blind to see,
Im married to a wealthy wife
Who's tied me to a tree,
The branches shake above me
And the grass it beds my feet,
My life it is the island
That she offered up to me.
My toil it is my backbone
And my backbone bends to break,
My suffering is constant
But I'm so used to the ache,
In childhood I was prince
To an unknowing peaceful king,
My master now relentless with a whip
Thats born to sting.
The pen it isn't heavy
It scribbles on the page,
Its stringy silent child helps me
Beat away the age,
The TV show a book or two
Ill take them as i please,
In marriage, life, in daily strife
On paper Im a sage.
Preeti Sinha
Wed 12th Aug 2015 18:34
This is again, brilliant, and so you. On paper I'm a sage. So am I.
Love your work.