Unrequited love is heartache Was what an eight year old had Taken home and told his mom While quizzed about the movie He had gone along with his elder cousins Being the best friend she was and Always been, clasped him in a Tight embrace, ruffled his hair and Gave a sweet peck on his cheek Thirty years from then is almost half a lifetime and Many unrequited and few reciprocated Relations later, that eight year old Today has an eight year old son Despite all those years I could still remember that day and Feel in all its sweetness, what Mom has imprinted on that day.
The man pushes the other man in a wheelchair Down a dreary Salford road, avoiding kerbs, talking Always talking, talking of nothing, talking of everything, What it takes and never gives back. The load. With wheels of fire and halos
Four curved iron legs,a foam seat and a back rest keep it complete . I accept it isn’t anything unique i only want to ponder on its peak – the strength that wills this errorless control- inaction surely sloped into