Richard John Lewis

As if a chintzy consolation prize
To make up for the sorry life I’ve led,
I only have to shut my fading eyes
To find…

You looked as if you could have done
With one almighty hug:
Your head was bent against the sun;
Your mind…

I lie awake and am aware
Of each and every thing –
The atoms making up the air,
A broken…

The river running through my head
Is neither short nor long.
As such, it’s like a watershed.
Its current…

My ego feels I could do more
And tell me loud and clear
To build a castle on the shore
Then watch…

Run as I might, I fall behind
And lose the way I’m going.
And yet it’s not as if I mind
Because I’ve…

Awareness is a precious stone –
The only one I’ve got.
It’s with me when I’m on my own
And also…

If this indeed is who I am,
Then what of whom I’m not?
I’m not some baby in its pram
Or infant…

And, when I look back in the past and see
The chances that I missed along the way,
A cloud of sadness sinks on top of me
And soaks…

My mind’s as still as anything,
And yet I still live on.
I’m like an old and rusty spring
Whose springiness…