Poem: Humble Abode

This skin and bones ensemble

Is a house without a master.

The tenant sees, the floorboards sigh

A weary, jaded groan.

I have the hunger of a young man -

Seeking, seeking -

But the fatigue of an old man -

Resting, resting.

All of this learning,

Useless! Useless!

Forever pushing the meal further away.

This vessel of passions, curiosities and delights,

Though hardly worn, has seen its fair share.

My friend is the nameless before all things come to be,

The place where this heart and soul can rest.

29th March 2021