The dog had a roast dinner
I had pizza and chips
I can not help but wonder
Is my mind finally in bits
And peaces left over from
The creases imposed by
The passage of time
Am I finally going mad or
Merely just sad that thus
Is reflected my time
I watch as the world dashes
By and really do have to
Ask myself why where is
It you are rushing to go
I’ll walk the fields with the
Dog at my heels until I
Tell him to go and watch
In the distance as he looks
Back at me waiting for
Direction to go and it all
Makes sense and some
How I know you’ve been
Told and off you go rushing
To the future that you do
Not truly know