Saturday 28 October 2017

some Tuesday Thursday April August…Winter..next..


What is the point, unless we dream!

                             .




Remember the old man who bought a spot of rum
Remember the old man his wave
rocking in the sun
Life strewn upon the front lawn
Bank eager now recoup
no blame

Did he not deserve more than
photos strewn as if in shame

He raised his kids
somehow why because
Something mattered

lives on someone else's table now
that could have been dust

Easy to judge
Not so easy to see
How one man's life
can mean more than a book of history.


© Andrew (Oct 25, 2017)- For 'Joe'








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