‘Tis late to meet for a sweet repeat of last week’s tête-á-tête. So, with something new, meet the Jinsy crew and raise your cup to my new poem, select.
Miscreants of a disadvantageous past
Tricoloured reasoning beyond your grasp
Turn to your forefathers
Are they still around?
Maybe some deadbeat with advice not sound
Fall through the cracks measuring behaviour
A long wish to call you a saviour
Yet as I stand here, watching death’s door
You seem to be the only guardian keeping score
Help transcends age and reason
Colouring my perspective a different season
Once frosty with airs now gracious
Wafting over your magnanimity so spacious
Egregarious sums up my denial
To acknowledge your surly smile
As you weigh tempest over my demise
Your decision my humble surprise.
Charmed by your breadth to spare one so artificial
My love for you is now forged, a sentence of official
Backdrafts of hope sent to guide me your way
The unwanted, the tainted, the hero of the day
Little surprise then once I’m your only guest
After you complete dispatching the rest
I find my discomfort at the base of your shoe
A parting gift for me to rue
After all you did ask me to trust
A neandatholic being of wonderlust.