So long with hate

So tired, its load

Drag it round like fate

Blame the toads


Lie and lay

Light to light too light to dig

Dig my own grave today

See if I still fit


Familiar with its shame

Shame waves over errors

Thank them all for the blame

Never learnt from Terrors.


Dig again

Dig with the pen

A father, son, husband and friend.

Good enough. TEN.


To stand in the light and pass.

Pass. Pass away.

Pass to me. Class.

Let me play


To begin, like sand

Dragged out, by the tide.

Pressed down by land

Become rock, wide


That no waves can hurt?

Worn by time and tide

Eventually to give,

Sand again.