which way

© c e ayr

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
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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2 Responses to which way

  1. Corine Gouy says:

    Tu vas où le vent te mène !
    Tout mignon cet âne ❣


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