I Woke Up.

I woke up

And it was this morning

But now it’s yesterday

I thought the time was mine in hand

But it just ran away.

Dawns promise

it means nothing now

The sun has nearly gone

Time, the running villain 

The thief that stole the sun.

I Woke Up.

Market Monday Morning

The grey chill of morning graces 

Embracing shoulders with morning faces 

Unwelcome to those yawning

It’s market Monday morning. 

The people they’re from out of town 

Few locals spied, up or down  

Livestock lorrys plenty

Will they come back empty?

These Farmers worries far from us 

As we queue and board the bus

It’s cities we are bound

Away from Market town.

Market Monday Morning