it can get so hard
but remember,
we all feel the same
we all need to rest our feet
Tag: poets
City – Written March 1994 (Aged 19)
because the city blues
do not seem to exist
city life,
it is hard to resist
Last Night – Written March 1994 (Aged 19)
and then, you were there
i had not seen you for three weeks
and i remembered how much you cared
but seeing you left me unable to speak
Barrel of Sawdust and a Tugboat of Floating Dreams – Written Wednesday 22nd July 2020 (Aged 45)
listening to sounds
it has been some life
but, oh my,
how many disjointed jigsaws –
haunt my eyes
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 