I observe in this medium, a strong presence of poetry with sad, depressed, hopeless or resentful emotional tones. While I don't have much taste for the 'all sweetness and light' genre, it is sometimes a relief to read a little good cheer and humour. Still there is a place for the aesthetic of 'the dark side' and I sometimes find that stimulating in drama and music. Anyway I thought I would address a long ago moment in my life which, by objective standards, seemed to comprise mostly negatives and thus gloom - loss of: career, possessions, friends love and beliefs. But somehow there was an elements of hope. I have written it in a form which imitates a classic wistful lyric by the great song writer: Johnny Mercer and immortalised by Frank Sinatra. *************************** It's eleven O three There's little on the street Except my bike and me This dank November night A misty rain is falling Etiolating street lights On this road that I wend I've come to the end Of a long episode So it's goodbye to an old life I'm once more on the road With prospects yet unclear The question is now Where do I go from here My possessions are few Close ties have all been broken I'm starting anew From a home shared with friends To lone basement descent Now what does it all bode So make it one for a new life I'm once more on the road I should feel sad this dark night But though not at my brightest I sense it's alright Through the mist of yet-to-be I see my life extend With deep curiosity I may rescind some old dreams Change my routines And revalue my code And make it one for a new life I'm once more on the road Now goodbye Pimlico Hello London East End And on goes the show Thence the route is unknown And that's part of the game Should not be cast in stone As in song not yet scribed I assert: "I'll survive!" Though I need a reload So make me one for a new life I'm once more on the road