Francis Meyrick

I CRAVE A DROP OF SOLITUDE

I crave a drop of solitude
A quietness in my head
I sense a need for fortitude
Along the coast ahead.
I feel bemused and wondering
I’m stumbling like two fools
I fail to comprehend this Life
Or figure out the Rules.

Come see the Fool that dances
In the early morning Light
Watch him as he prances
With juvenile delight.
Listen as he scribbles
Endless doggerel verse
Persistently he nibbles
At the Awesome Universe.

But then there is the other dude
With bruises on his back
a hesitant, unsteady mood
Carrying in a sack
All the many cruelties
Absurdities rained down
He’s tottering quite wearily
And trying not to frown.

If you can spare the happy clown
A kindly word or two
Or just a simple click on “like”
That will also do
I promise that my eyes will shine
Just a tad more bright
and you will be a star burst
cheering up my night.

F.M.