By Anthony Ward

My line of country’s now an island,
Cut off from the mainland,
As I watch them going about their lives 
Like clockwork,
Thoughts ticking like a pendulum,
Swinging one way- 
Then the other- 
In synch,
Never having time to themselves.

While I remain here
With all the time in the world 
And nothing to do with it.
Having worked towards my retirement,
When my life would be my own,
Happy to embrace the boredom
I haven’t felt since youth.

Anthony tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of establishments, including Shot Glass Journal, Jerry Jazz Musician, and CommuterLit.

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