A Day's Weight

by parrish
(Kent UK)


It was the kind of day
Where dreams are weights
dragging down your soul
a day for shooting targets
trying to climb out of the hole


Tom always wore
Mr Renfrew could have been
Adelaide completed all her chores
and no-one lived their dream


It was the kind of day
When the world becomes
A weight you could not hold
& love like light from the sun
is for barter, or be sold


Tom always wore
Mr Renfrew could have been
Adelaide completed all her chores
and no-one lived their dream


It was the kind of day
Where nothing changed
except by nuance or degree
It was a day, not slightly strange
Just grey normality


Tom always wore
Mr Renfrew could have been
Adelaide completed all her chores
and no-one lived their dream


It was a day for cracking eggshells
Trying to breakout of the mire
a day to realise this was hell
and aim for places higher


and yet tom always wore
Mr Renfrew should have been
Adelaide piled up the chores
And no-one, no-one lived
Their dreams.

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