‘The Brain is a Lonely Place’ – WHB: Pen & Wash Dec.2017
The Brain is a Lonely Place
The brain is a lonely whispering place Tended solely by me No one else can be allowed To trespass on this hallowed ground
It is forever mine to keep Forever secret Shy Demure Locked and sealed Never revealed
The home of thought Of hopes Of passion Never in nor out of fashion
Existing solely to be just me My being’s essence My life’s one key.
And so As life approaches death It concentrates on what it is That is about to cease to be Concluding only Whatever is lost It will be for others to count the cost
[ My apologies if the ‘approaching death’ phrase which I use in the last verse startles anyone. Hopefully, I am thinking in generalised terms, and projecting into the long term. Well – we are all doing just that from the moment we are born – are we not!? ]