Bristol poem

Bristol

 

The train takes me to Bristol

My heart is travelling further
To be with you
But my mind says No
I wish they would pull together.

I have followed my nose

So many times
And ended up here and there
Building sandcastles
Collapsing in the stream of life.
 

And now I live in exile

And wonder where the time has gone
And who this old fool is
Who looks back at me
In the mirror of life
One day I must swap places with him
Until then I keep travelling on.