The man walks home
He’s lost his job
Run out of money
His bills are red hot
Then there’s the girl
A call centre she works
She won’t last long
A cold job, it hurts
An old couple struggle
Too much they have to do
Meant to be happy years
This life they didn’t choose
They all want a superman
To rescue them from their lives
But until that happens
They’ll curl up and hide
Dreaming of the red and blue streak
Flying through the air
Coming at supersonic speed
This superman to take them from there
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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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