Monday, 24 March 2014

THE ROCKER AND THE CRADLE



To and fro not needing a hand

Recounting the years, those rocking bands

Cushioned downs that cushion your down

Part, against fears of taking a bow

Out. Many places, could’ve been there

Yet this motion leads nowhere.

 Arthritic joints unable to skirt

No buying time on the black market.

To and fro those loving hands,

Rock the naïve mind serenaded by fairy bands

Pretty eyes large and brown

That send hope rays through the town

Tiny ecstatic limbs kicking the air

 Cant wait to go where those hands were.

Nimble feet can’t wait to squirt

Biding time for the right sunset