GRANDADS DIARY - Sunday Afternoon

GRANDADS DIARY – Sunday Afternoon There’s a man in the forest who represents death Sometimes you can see his shadow Listen Hear his faint breath I sit on the bench with pine trees behind He’s grinning and he’s prodding me Tampering With my unconscious mind There I gaze at the children through summer’s haze Then comes the temptation, a craving Enticing: ‘Come enter the maze’ I then shake off that voice, relax and reflect While he retreats to the darkness Sniggering: ‘When you least expect’