One of my best crafted poems
After A Last Look Around 

After a last look around, 
at my life, the lives of my life 
do I pat the lock, pocket the key 
and stand waiting for my breath 
to catch up with my carpet-slippered shuffle? 


After a last look around 
at my life, the lives of my life 
do I throw open the doors and shutters 
chuck out to the lawn, the whole damn lot 
to stomp away swearing never to take it back? 


After a last look around 
at my life, the lives of my life 
do I set it all afire 
spinning, dancing, forgetting me, them, then, now 
to curl up in the ashes, a fetus into the earth? 


After a last look around 
at my life, the lives of my life 
do I tidy up a bit, set the key 
under the flowerpot, look back from the gate 
and look forward to bringing home more