Over the last few months I have felt like the ‘Man on the wire’, anyone who has children will know how hard it is when they are adults and we can’t convince them that their actions will cause them unhappiness and pain. This poem is supposed to be about romantic love (I think ) and was possibly meant to be taken literally but it describes how I feel about my children and my partner so I thought I would share.
Passion by Sue May
What does passion know?
Passion knows nothing
It is red and blind
And plays the congas
With the accuracy of a brain
surgeon.
Passion lives in the heat
It is Irish and confused
It wears a sodden shirt
And plays the double bass
With the fingers of an angel.
Passion speaks in gibberish
It is lost an lonely
It wears broken shoes
And plays the saxophone
With water streaming down its face.
Passion is clever
It is full up and hearty
It wears a leather belt
And sings like a face full of Sun
Passion knows everything.
Taken from ‘Dancing the Tightrope’.
On the other hand it may just describe the menopause.
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