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No amount of hidden wealth
will improve a sad demeanour
The other man’s grass
had broken glass
and was certainly never greener,
that was merely the reflection
from a jealous eye
that ultimate illusion,
the result of a collusion
with our need
– our desire –
to possess that which
for one reason or another
we would never buy
and no amount of bribery
can elicit the purity
of a lovers’ sigh…
In the real world,
events are never so sublime -
for we twist and we turn
in the fires of time…
and we slip on the reason
after catching the rhyme…
How is it that our lives
are so untidy,
when they could so easily be neat?
And should love turn
to disappointment…
then anger,
then hate;
How can something so bitter
evolve from something so sweet?
Roses are red…
and many other colours, too
and violets are seldom
- if ever – totally blue
nothing is ever
that cut and dried…
the only certainty in life
– apart from death –
is the fall that follows the pride.
Kevin Wells
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