Seeking horizons never found.

Climbing mountains that never crumble.

Wrapped up warm in the Autumn winds.

Making footprints in the dark.

Turning corners, chasing stars

It’s getting scary after dark.

Full moons descend as morning dew glistens

Making footprints in the dark.

Crunching conkers along the path.

Drawing handprints in the sand.

Kicking up leaves scattered across the grass.

Making footprints in the dark.

Bypassing crowds in the streets.

Nodding to strangers who we meet.

Avoiding scuffles in the park.

It’s getting dangerous in the dark.

Talking of love that you don’t understand.

Of loneliness of being a man.

Drawing handprints on the sand.

Painting footsteps on your hand.

Talking of love you don’t understand

I am lonely. It is I. I am that man.

Poem

28th October 2021

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