Saturday, April 2, 2016


Solution, is The only Prize
we Realise
Every time we enter
a friendship
We relive our Past
And realise
The Sadness wasn’t ours
To keep
The Fear wasn’t yours.
Your fear was of loss
Though Look!
SEE, what you have gained
Where is this loss?
It is Lost, in time
Awaiting its return to reality
For when the Storm clears,
The grass and the air smell
So, so much sweeter
The Air, is cleaner
The Sun – Shines
We Play
The chilling spirit of attachment
Embraced, and made warm
And Safe
To play
With Friends
 Oh, the Rules are the same
We just Understand them
A little.
©2016 Phillip Hennessy
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