Shivering he awoke in a public park all alone

on a hard wooden bench

damp and chilled to the bone being so scared

odd sounds surrounded him

depressed at his situation got up and walked

paranoid his own shadow stalked!


So stupid leaving behind such a happy lifestyle

too much for the wife to take

turning to drink to get through every hour

his reality began to disintegrate

also had two sons that he loved so very much

could take no more missed their touch!


Guilty for getting in this awful humiliating mess

dirty unwashed shuffling along

contact totally lost with them it seemed endless

gambled away money job and respect

could not take the indignity or guilt another day

confused could not see any other way!


By his side a willing listener a comforting smile

yet to anybody passing was solo

even advising him the best position for the noose

some hours later he was found dead

hanging from a high branch in a wooded park

a dog stared up with its loud pitiful bark!


The man grinning watched in his dark suit

had another soul completed the pursuit!


Then evaporated into the damp morning air!





Another day of hard graft ended at last

as a husband struggled home

drained of energy eager to see his wife

on a damp dark cold night

not wanting to show his rising stress

just feel her tender caress!


Working two jobs to make ends meet

the wife worked all day

two teenager children well thank god

a mortgage and rising debt

had become to him an increasing strain

but his hope would remain!


Society was creating too much pressure

bills and taxes ruled

cost of living forever on the upward scale

holidays but a memory

easy to feel there was no fun anymore

there were many really poor!


Wars raging refugees and homeless growing

the seasons disappearing

what was his reasons to moan he was lucky

home at last always glad

the wife was in the kitchen making dinner

noisy music he was a winner!


A kiss from his wife hello dad from the kids

they sat as a family together

at that moment all frustrations evaporated

until the new day felt good

money could not better this precious time

to him it was sublime!


The Foureyed Poet.





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