Lessons has he learned of late
It always seems to be his fate
To trust in those who let him down
In life he then always drowns
This now him starts to grate
He now feels a self hate
His smiles replaced by frowns
His sorrow knows no bounds
He looks at envy to the train
There lies a way to ease the pain
A new start in a new town
No more he the stupid clown
He only has himself to blame
He’ll no more listen to what they feign
Lessons learned has he now
As the church rings its bell
Calling him personally for his reign
A blank canvas for him to paint
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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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