Thursday, December 4, 2025

 

Young Men’s Ambitions


Hidden in garages

under dust shrouds

or peeling blue tarpaulins

are young men’s ambitions -

Spitfire, MG, Norton, Harley Davidson.


Meanwhile the men grow older,

spread around the middle,

spend their Sundays watching rugby,

Saturdays taking the boys to football,

evenings in the pub.


Then one day, when everyone has left,

they peel back the sheets

to reveal a rusty body, tyres collapsed,

seats eaten away by generations of mice,

and are surprised.
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