A dark and windy day she has off
No work today for her thank god
But typical, she thinks to herself
Wrapped up in her fleece she’s warmed
She thinks on her friends, their life
Happy and successful mostly they are
For her she’d like a piece, a slice
But out of reach this is so far
So much to see and do but never the time
Work takes up most of this
In her heart she knows all will be fine
She’ll achieve that perfect bliss
But for now she’s stuck in hardship
A slave to the system like so many
All she’s going through is just a blip
For her though she has time aplenty
Though young she is, time indeed does fly
And all she wants to do could pass her
Then she will be left behind
With regrets and memories that stir
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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