Park Life
by
Peter Andrew Gunnis
I look out my door at a world within a world
A caravan park is such a curious way of life
Young couples starting their lives with anticipation
Elderly couples waiting for the end with trepidation
The lonely with their problems as varied as their looks
Police patrols late at night
Drunken rebels enjoying life and freedom
Druggies enjoying light and love
Here I sit wrtiting my stupid little notes
Watching life go by, wondering why?
What did I do that was so wrong?
Who did I upset so that my life turned out like this?
My emptiness of life, am I so different
Devoid of love, too shy to approach
Too ugly to be confident, too bad, too late, too old
Sarcasm a language we all speak
Indifference a way of looking at life
My life is complicated, confused and out of control
I am tired and too old for games
My van, my sanctuary, my life
