I feel to have retreated
A good way already
Is it myself I have to meet
The I thus to be greeted
Greet one safe and steady
One more course of memories
One more Sunday of Sunday's
Soft thoughts of soft defeat
As I watch the Grand Prix racing
No need now for searching deep
Put simply; my life is even pacing
What is left is left to keep
Hold on without exasperation
With no hope for participation
The station now is the station when
That new platform can be constructed
That journey from here to cosmopolitan
From village and countryside to city centres
From home, to homage to mystery and myth
Occasionally with the partitioned silence
Occasionally with the extended peace
Some way to reflect the sounds of settlements
Or to find the passageways that go vice-versa
Available on Kindle
