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Short of excuses... some sunsets for the time.









Murphy and Me.


Short of excuses...
I have exhausted the list.
Murphy comes around unfailingly
and presents me with another one.


Round and round in circles I go
Back to where I began
Remembering the broken horses in the carousel
And the spluttering merry-go-rounds 


The things to do grows longer
the time to cross them out goes down
I stare blankly at the list first,
then list a few more down.


Smiling a wry smile at myself
I suddenly look around
A grin replaces the wry smile
I knew no one was around!


The loneliness doesn't bother me
Solitude make me calm
I need no one for solace
Reminding myself like a balm


The palms get sweaty
the body remains dry
Parched like a throat 
After a game bitterly lost.


Reminiscing of younger days
When I would never go down
Knowing I'd given it my best shot
Finding honest valour in the loss.  


Carousels and merry-go-rounds make way
For cycles, bikes and cars
I still find myself muttering to myself
Trying to egg me on..


Sometimes the fat ladies sing and bring Murphy down
Rising like a phoenix, he refuses to go down
I try imbibing his spirit 
Pushing and jostling with him
He just gives me a frown.
Knowing its a lost cause, I take it lying down.


Wondering when he'll gimme a break
Taking his blows unflinchingly
I know he'll keep me down, 
Still looking for an opening, an Achilles heel if you may,
He gives his wry smile back, he knows I wont obey.


Try as hard you will, he says
I'll manage to keep you astray!