FALSE HOPE

A mirage is a play on the mind,

It may seem inviting and kind,

‘Don’t touch it’ I say,

For it melts away,

It’s reflection is a tricking blind.

________________________(15/5)

NOSE TO THE WHEEL.

We once worked five days a week,

Then had us two whole day’s break,

Now it’s a seven day grind,

With no time to unwind,

Refuge from the grindstone we seek. (18/5)

Penned two years ago