The air tussles your hair and the winds sing in your ears,
fear’s just a word like caution and they caution you because they fear,
when I was six or maybe seven I used to get on the swing and try to swing myself as far as heaven, ( because I believed back then that Jesus would save me)
he had other plans in mind,
years later I woke to find my childhood gone, the swings taken by the rag and bone man,
‘a cunning plan?’
not really Baldrick,
( sorry, couldn’t resist that )
that was always the problem.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.