Life is like a game to some
For others it ain’t much fun
Some find it hard to breathe
Surviving by the skin of their teeth
Whether in a small town or a city
Not much to go around in pity
Even in war-torn countries far away
Maybe a sigh as people pass through he day
There’s a man who has nothing in life
Not even family and friends for him to confide
He’s not a bad person, just one of the ignored
People around him over him they lord
He struggles to find work, sixty now
Life has passed fast, unsure how?
So much he’s missed, gave up on
Too late now, those times have gone
Someone once told him it’s never too late
To do something special, even great
But the more he sits and lets time pass by
The more opportunities by him fly
So he survives by the skin of his teeth
Lost much in himself, his self belief
Silenced the voices in his heart
To a life of drudgery and bills, his dreams apart
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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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