Search
  • Martin Wardley

For a song

They’ve smoothed out all your edges

And dampened all your differences

Polished all your character

While Irradiating nuances

And you let them for a soupçon of a song

Idiosyncrasies were stolen

Blending all of your distinctions

Enfeebling your power

While hiding your convictions

And you let them for a soupçon of a song

And now the spark that used to differentiate

Is jaded by design of your associates

Generic flies while unique eyes depreciate

And so much more than worst of all these wrongs

You let them for a soupçon of a song

3 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

The walls are a shade darker than the last time The shadow cast by the lazy shade slightly longer by a doleful sigh The drawers yawned open baring teeth then uttered a subtle scream And the raw boards

There will be no fantastic fanfare No drink fuelled hullabaloo No pomp nor royal salute No extended special on tv There will be no one watching when I leave Social media will not cease to be The World

Time to stop time Time to take stock Time to celebrate Time to stop the clock Time to reflect Time to mull a while Time to cease all action Time and more besides Time to walk away Time to sit alone Ti