54th Birthday Blues
A poem
I was going to write about
How sad I am
But I’m not
I was going to write about
Some sweet regrets
But I’m not
I was going to write about
Missed chances
But I’m not
Instead I think I want
To tell you
About my life
How contentment colours
My quiet days
Within my home
Though red pain splashes me
A softer hue
Lies under it
The soundtrack might play
Some soulful Blues
When I look back
But in the moment
Soothing tunes
Lulling my fears
And the colour is not
Stormy skies
Of indigo
Poppy red dots
Here and there
In a wheat field
Cornflower blue
Warm and cosy
Dulls a bad flare
Amber orange
Sunflower bright
Make me joyful
So limits there
May be but stone
Walls I don’t see
Surrounded by
Books so filled with
Great potential
Animals and
Family what
More do I need