Change is acomming

Eerie silence fills the air

the day has come for change

My choice, my change

The last day day has come


My comfort blanket of a job has stopped

whipped away, my choice

This is the end of an era

Jobs last day has come


There is an ache inside for what I know

a sadness for leaving it behind

apprehension for what comes next

I know that this will pass


I cant expect different if things stay the same

There is always a choice, which I grab

Today is the end of my comfortable job

On Monday a new chapter starts.



List of Lists

I am a list writer

for almost everything

List for the shopping,

which I will leave behind


A long list in the lounge

of all the jobs in pending

some will have a tick by friday

The chances are it will be longer


There is a list in the shed

of the garden jobs a waiting

there’s one for the car

Its so untidy in there


Lists on a Monday, grows on a tuesday

it carries on for Wednesday and thursday

By Friday and the weekend, there are lists of lists

So on Monday I start the list again


This weekend i need to complete them

Why you ask ? the answers simple

To clear the head, the mess the muddle

Tidy house, makes a tidy mind.