Friday, 4 July 2014

'Job Done'

My Sistine is complete
My Mona Lisa smiles
I’m taking to the street
And walking all the miles
It takes to get to where
I can lay my head and pray
That all my troubles
Are behind me
And that’s where they will stay.

I’m climbing up this mountain
To reach the top to see
The vista of my future
Of what I am to be
After forty years of service
forty years of toil
My Sistine is complete
My Mona Lisa smiles.

© Thomas Martin

Thomas Martin  lives in Dublin. His writing has been featured in Piranha, Figments, The Weary Blues and Shot Glass Journal.