The bus home never came
So I walked
Two bags of shopping
Not overloaded but enough
I divided the journey home into sections
Mentally
To give myself a sense of stages done
I rested twice on two low walls
To take my ease and gather strength
To get me home at last after chat with John
Exhausted I fell asleep upstairs
Half an hour I guess not too long
Better had I been sitting in a chair
Lying down not a clever way all wrong
But I am getting old I have to say
I need the bus
Next time I’ll have to stay
And wait however long it takes
There is no hurry
Not for me these days
It’s nice and easy
No calls on me no demands at all
Be grateful for the peaceful life
No bombs on this place fall
Negative thoughts are not allowed in here
No moaning no complaints you’ll hear from me
Depression came and went I’m glad to say
And left a lesson leant for me each day
Whenever a negative feeling comes along
I say out loud as if I sing a song
You’re not ill – You’re not in hospital
Be grateful for the day and live it well
Brian Fahy
26 March 2022
Erris Poetry 