October 1, 2016

‘Well ‘to and fro’ –

you know how it goes,

this game of ups

and downs and lows.

 

This getting on

with life in spite

of all the hazards

day and night.

 

Trapped on a see-saw –

thoughts suspended.

No get-out clause,

or ride open-ended.

 

And only viable

is this attraction,

when offloaded is

the weighty fraction.

 

So, there you go –

lets now put to bed

absurd misgivings,

sometimes falsely read.

 

No more getting wrong –

well – meant intentions,

that come out twisted

as if new inventions.

 

Trapped in a Dodgem

with a jerk, suspended.

No get-out clause;

a wedding ring intended

 

this ride for life

without distraction:

Problems worked through

until satisfaction,

 

sees fresh water

in the well run clear,

after a glass of wine

or a needy beer.

 

When unraveled are,

the old crossed wires,

replaced by moon dust

and loves desires.

 

 

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