Poetry

Today

Today Memories sad
filled her head
As she buried her lost
friends mother
Her heart breaking as
her friends name mentioned
Images flay the mind as the
service goes on
So many now gone
from her
So many she wanted
to have time with
But the reaper stepped
in with his scythe
To reap away the wheat
of life
Today and everyday
We’re born, we die
It’s what we do
In the middle that counts
It’s just sad that we
don’t get a chance to share it

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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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