Poetry

A Time To Come

Not long now to the year ends
And a new life he hopes that’s heaven-sent
The past year has been strange he knows
All he said he’d do hasn’t been sown

It’s funny how life turns out
You plan something and it comes to nowt
But what can you do, just try again
All the negatives will come to an end

But as always there is a but
He wishes that he would keep it shut
His mind full of things too much
He now wants good to happen in a rush

So many things have happened to him
The past few years drove him to gin
But now he’s confident and standing alone
He hope soon he’ll be off to roam

He remembers those hat have come and gone
Some he knew for time very long
Those he will always carry with him forever
In his heart they’ll never be severed

Too long has he been there for all
Too long to their beck and call
Now though is his time he believes
A time to come he has long seen

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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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