Twenty-Twelve was a funny year
In many ways for me
Not the best or the worst
But the back of it I’ll be glad to see
For personally it was poor
Fighting against the tide
Fought at every turn
But I couldn’t hide
Then there was brief respite
In this country too
From the dark days
To lift us from all bad news
Wimbledon gave great hope
The Tour de France rode to glory
The Olympics shone a torch
These were great stories
As the year closes
I live in hope for better things
Twenty-thirteen a stronger year
And finally magical stories to bring
It’s hope like this that keeps me strong
In the darkest days I encounter
For without hope all is lost
Then you’ll only flounder
Amongst the shining light
Let down by many and one
Although I smiled through gritted teeth
Looking up to stars and sun
Thinking of great things
I’ll achieve
My back turned on twenty-twelve
now to twenty-thirteen
Keep the faith all
Happy New Year
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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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