Wandering Through York [Poem]

I do not often do poetry. This will become evident! So in my life so far, there have, inevitably, been some low points. And when I am low, I write about it. It helps me to work through it and try to make some sort of sense out of the whole thing.

So this poem came after a very depressing piece. I wrote in whilst sitting in Little Bettys in York. By reading this piece, I am sure you will realise that poetry is not for me!!!

Dedicated to All I Know, and All I Care, and All Who Know and Care in Return.

I wander through the streets of York

My mind a great kerfuddle

Of shopping lists, of tasks and things

To do and all flailing round in a muddle.

Alone I walk. Alone I stroll

Down the streets of York.

My mind a-running, the sun a-shining

And to myself I talk.

I am not sad, despite my solitude.

On the contrary I am quite content

With my situation in life

And the blessings God has sent.

I smile, I’m warm,

I’m giddy with glee.

Alright, maybe an exaggeration

But here, right now, no one can ever sadden me.

I’ve done the bitter moodiness,

The depression, the melancholy.

But now I’m awake, seen the Light of day

And see those times as folly.

I have no need to get depressed.

There’s so much in my life.

Family, friends, God and love.

They woke me, showed the Light.

So thank you, friends, all of you.

Both close and far away.

Both that I know, and sort of know, and barely know at all.

I couldn’t ask for better friends, corny but that’s what I wanted to say.