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Square One

Head hangs low, tread weighs slow,
so hateful to return, so hopeful to go.
Time had come, called to run,
but some leave takers fall and some come undone.

Catch a snake by the tail, ride humility’s scale,
thirteen sliding with us all in disgust
back to
square one.
The only good parts leaving,
the only good part’s gone.

Earn or owe, who can know,
is it luck that leads the loser
into limbo? Or is fault a result
of failing faith’s collapsing - nerve in revolt?

Sinking ships that set sail are torn apart in the gale
laughter’s lending to us, met with disgust
on square one.
The only good parts leaving,
the only good parts gone.

One more try, with a sigh put that shoulder to the wheel
and so re-apply. Heave again, wonder when
the day will come when there’s no more heaves to spend.

There’s no fare for the trip, rats aren’t obliged to tip,
all swept up in the rush, borne with disgust
to square one.
The only good parts leaving,
the only good parts gone.

Being no prodigal son just
unrepentant grounded zero relapsed citizen of
square one.



© W Cargill