FLIPPING MY MIND TO THE OTHER SIDE
When adverts come on gogglebox,often i forget what i was watching.
Though my brains been outfoxed,
i never remember what i watched.
So i turn over to another side,
their's a plane crash within my head.
Can't remember what i was watching,
or remember what things i have read.
Thing's from the past are still here,
thing's yesterday that have gone.
May come back once the day's done,
maybe when we die, life's like that.
We forget our yesterday's,
once our days are done.
This i know is true otherwise,
how could we move on.
For how could we be born again,
Into something bright and new.
In life i was always trodden upon,
think I'll come back as a pair of shoes.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-10-15 at 01:17
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