What a Glorious Feeling

I mourn the old me

Like a good friend

I spend my days off

Tying up loose ends

And running circles

Around the river slowly

Who was it that told me

That I'm not through yet?

I spend my work days

Trying to make sense

Of how everyone I happen

To meet seems to get by

Because existence is ours

But its gone so soon

Still I'll take an hour

In the Rothko room

Letting the colours

Fall into my eyes

Only a summer for the flower

But still it blooms

I got caught in a shower

And started singing the tune

What a glorious feeling

New life falls

And the wind blows

A woman outside talks

In a language I don't know

I saw a bull finch out the back

Of my beautiful block of flats

I say hello to my neighbour

And he says hello back

Because existence is ours

And it's not so bad