POETRY – RHYME


Foxtrot Blues:

TGV, smooth rhythm sleep,
Tedious journey home, long reflection deep.
Time to leave ashram, friendly a la France,
Having to go backwards, before I can advance.

To home I return now, where there is no heart,
I feel tired and lonely, dejection surely smarts.
No family or loved ones, friends who really care,
Only Whimbrel to speak of, some might despair.

Father and mother gone, daughter in disgrace,
Sister jack-booted high, money without trace.
No caring wife or lover, admirers many look,
My oldest companions dead, home a closed book.