Rush : Poem

We need it, it gives us a high, sending us to another sphere.

Out of this sensible world where everyone is safe, stable, yet they still rush.

A different rush, one with no feeling, other than panic.

Panic on the streets, get somewhere, get some thing, get someone.

All now, tomorrow is too late.

Now!

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© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswriter

Following the Family Tradition

It’s funny when you see your kids picking up family traits and following in your footsteps, as well as those of your forebears. Every child is different and don’t all show these signs of course. Some children obviously resemble or take after a parent in some way, but when you can see a thread flowing through the family that can be quite astonishing.

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