Early Lessons

Some say
not me
It was easier

I say it was shit
and I knew it

huddled against a road
backing onto a field

Of wetness
with a bitterness
of divined faith

Footballs rising
in the summer air
like inflatable moons

Ten thirty
and still light
tonight no different

expectations in life
and death

So as
not to be hurt
by either


poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2013



2 thoughts on “Early Lessons

  1. The pain of this is that it could have been beautiful. The light summer evenings, the footballs ‘like inflatable moons..’ these details could belong to a happy evocation.But they don’t – and that’s the point isn’t it. When life gets spoiled at an early age, we learn to keep our expectations low.

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