Mid-Life Crisis Poem by james watkin

Mid-Life Crisis



Once the realm of eccentric thought
Truly certifiable
These non-places, faceless wind-voiced
Turned to, consolable.

But he who so, unapologectically
Laughed off, this far away
Now of both heart and home, abandoned
Comes that vagabond way.

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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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