Crisis

I’m told
My dad was difficult for a while
Health breakdown
Unemployed and lost
Moody he became
Not his style
War and work
Now to count the cost

Footballers
When they stop
What will I do?
Unless they’ve planned ahead
They go to seed
Saturday glory and the ballyhoo
All gone now
What’s the next good deed?

I lost touch
With who I was inside
Stopped my writing
Mediation too
Went downhill
Real toboggan ride
Don’t want to die
But what is there to do?

Write
And find an outlet
For your stuff
Website is a common market place
Don’t want any money
Have enough
Now it’s just like talking
Face to face

Each one
Comes to crisis in their days
Feeling lost
How did it come to this?
Seek and ye shall find
It will amaze
Each day a bright new chapter
Utter bliss

Brian Fahy
19 May 2021