Dreary my arse! I particularly enjoyed the imagery of your last poem... wish I could write so well. Here's some more crap from me.
If life were a one track mind,
Unfettered with curious happenings,
Or already broken beneath the yoke of time,
Like lonely fragments of dust.
Then like some ghastly timer,
How each momentous minute,
Would sear across my spirit,
And smile to see me mock.
And so, lay down or lie,
Upon uncertain confidence,
To soldier on through each dull tock,
And watch the graying hairs grow older.
Like a Nun on the Run, I'm terrible fun.