which way

Posted on April 17, 2021 by ceayr
© c e ayr

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which way

I see donkeys in a field
and I wonder
are they happy
with the lives they lead

I suppose
that their choices
are limited

they eat grass
and like us
they look forward
to spring
probably with the same
twinkle
in their eyes

when I have
no more grass
from the greener side
to offer them
they lose interest
and wander off
in apparently random directions

which makes me realise
that much of my life
is like that

it makes little
or no difference
which way
I go

© c e ayr
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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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2 Responses to which way

  1. granonine's avatar granonine says:
    April 21, 2021 at 7:53 pm

    CE, I’ve cheated. There was no way to respond to your post of Friday Fictioneers today, which I understand but couldn’t give up without making an effort. I will miss your imaginative and often tongue-in-cheek stories on FF. I hope you’ll come back, maybe sooner than you think.

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  2. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:
    April 17, 2021 at 7:55 pm

    A gentle reflection on life, and deceptively simple!
    And all from seeing donkeys in a field.
    If the donkeys hadn’t been in the field, would we have had this lovely poem?
    Did it matter then that they were there?

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