Thursday, 27 December 2018

The Proof of the Pudding ...

The Christmas pudding remnants lie
On the sideboard, cold and dry,
Life's like that with candied peel
Spicing up a heavy meal.

We boil our lives and work up steam
We look for meaning in a dream
Rich and luscious, tasty too
But as we age, our dreams do too.

We start to look back at year end
Was 2018 an overspend?
Natural resources are depleted
Human lives so badly treated...

The Garden of Eden is no more
Man's heavy hand lays bare the store
Earthquakes, tsunamis, tidal waves
Crumbling certainties - and graves ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2018


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