Tag Archives: poetry by Rich Harding

Airbridge.

Little girl, skipping up the airbridge from the ‘plane

I wonder if you’re visiting or coming home again?

The look upon your face is total joy and zero pain

A sparkling ray of sunshine in the rain

 

Little girl, tripping light fantastic in your mind

Travelling the world, your world

To see what you can find

One great life adventure, looking forward, not behind

Barriers for you not yet defined

 

Little girl, ripping through the rulebook of the day

A burst of living colour, in a monument of grey

Guts

This morning I killed my best friend

I had to pay professionals to do it in the end

Looking at it now, it was a lot of dosh to spend

This morning I killed my best friend.

 

I should have had the guts to see it through

I felt there for a moment that it was the thing to do

But going with the flow I walked along the tunnel view

I should have had the guts to see it through.

 

So should I ask myself, “Am I a man?”