The rain falls
It’s dark and grey
As many obey rules
Many bills to pay
All playing catch-up
Or too far behind
As they move in a rush
Forgetting to relax, no time
Cutbacks constant
Yet money spent in millions
Not where it’s meant
As we’re fed to the lions
We’re told to buck up
We’re not doing enough
We’ve all been on the gravy bus
We don’t do much
Yet we’re struggling
While they sit fat
Clowning and juggling
Playing our lives like cats
We’re close to breaking point
Don’t they realise this?
As they trickle away our coins
And in the knife they twist
This is the real world
Don’t forget it
People are suffering in hell
While you eat and sleep fit
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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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