Lean over too far and you’ll fall
and when you fall you’ll learn
not to lean over too far.
I like to lean just to tempt fate
I rise up to meet on my
own two feet
the breaking of every day,
long may it remain
which is a good day
though not usually a Good Friday
I still look for Easter eggs, but
make do with the fried variety.
Shifting into drift mode
I ramble on.
sleep beckons and I reckon
it’s time to say goodnight,
the mind still ticks over under
the eiderdown which is neither eider
but it’s okay
I’m easily fooled.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.