The Aberrations Of Littleton

We're here for the ore and not much more besides the plastic gifts of plenty.

Wearing masks for senseless tasks, was this the life chance sent me?

Circumstance has set me here in metal molds that bend me.

But fleeting feelings have become too strong for a chap who’s passed his twenties.

As I take an evening stroll among the rows of segregated bungalows.

The sun drops down beneath the cliffs and casts a crimson glow.

I feel delighted that natures provided something so brilliant before I go.

But it’s not just for me, it’s for you, and we, that’s info everyone needs to know.

I pass the landmarks and empty streets where my friends and I once ran wild

I reminisce of simpler times, the innocence and ignorance of a child.

When all that was needed was imagination to keep ourselves beguiled,

But I suppose those memories will stay within my mind both safely stored and filed.

The scent of an old familiar friend sends a handful of local folk into carefree sedations,

All lost in thought taking long drawn gasps for short but sweet vacations.

Laughing, pondering, enchanting, they explore the landscape of introspection.

But not for long we must work some more to add to our collections.