Ranjit Jayaweera Bandara

Nearing the age set for man

earthly circuits three scores  ten

bobbing soul wrapped and swathed

in wasted flesh and brittle bone

yearning still and craving  more

for a tomorrow yet unborn.

Enough is enough don't you think

bumptious, lecherous, vicious

erotic, erratic  and misfit                       

prying, vying, envying  and scheming

in one or many weren't you

in the days gone by

Waking up early in the morning                        

groping to pick the edge of the net

that barred  mosquitoes access

to a taste of my fluid so red

the day starts for me

from a big escape.

A hot cup of coffee

puts my  tired soul

on unsteady feet so lazy

to  slither me out onto the lawn

blinking to clear the sight

through a cool misty dawn.

As  the day is done and the sun goes down

When birds and beasts go to rest

Forgetting all what they did from dawn to dusk

It’s strange that humans are still awake

To start on another phase of their daily life

In the city the lights are on

Working folks still on the move

Tired and sweaty to return home

Chasing after buses and trains

Some on motor bikes

And the affluent in their limousines