Society demands we do our best
Striving, trying for the common goal:
The home, the car, the holiday.
Squeezing ourselves into a mould
Shaped by the grey people,
The tax collectors,
The nine to fivers
Caught by fear of failure
In a web of convention.
That is their safety net
Seeking justification
For their insecurities
In the reflection
Of our compliance.
I want to do my worst
To give life all I’ve got
To break the rules,
Twisting them and making sausage dogs
Of their inflated importance…
A Fool with a balloon.
To dive into sunsets
And drink the dawn
From an empty cup,
Laughing in the morning.
Will you join me in a sunrise?

From Life Lines – available in paperback and for Kindle from Amazon




























Well said!
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Thanks, Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome Sue
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I would love to, Sue… and I’ll bring balloons!
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And an air pump, I hope 😉
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Brilliant!
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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I so love this, sue –
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Thanks, 🙂
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You know I would!
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I know! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Not Tomatoes.
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Thanks, Alethea xx
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My pleasure ❤
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Oh! I like this poem Sue 💜 I will have to read more.
https://youtu.be/3o_20PtFnvY
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Glad you enjoyed it, Willow 🙂
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I really did Sue 💜
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Well said…. let’s rebel! Hugs x
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Every chance I get, Joy 🙂 x
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Reblogged this on Where Genres Collide Traci Kenworth YA Author & Book Blogger.
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Thank you for sharing this, Traci 🙂
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Mmmmmaybe not a sunrise, 😀 but a sunset? Most assuredly.
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Either works for me 😉
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