Season’s Close
Summer always comes to its end Too quickly, too soon, and Regrets are too easily dwelt on, And sadness inevitable, after these Days of joy and fear, and the Bonds… Continue Reading
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The Law
The law is nothing more than a word; Not binding, Not final, Not judging, Nor right. The law is nothing more than a sentiment; No meaning, No commitment, No vow,… Continue Reading
The Loss Of Words
I’m now on the 151st day of my own personal lockdown, and only just realised it’s almost two months since I posted anything here. I don’t often talk about my… Continue Reading
A FATHERS’ DAY POEM TO MYSELF
Sometimes, I wish I would not share my children’s taste in music, Nor shared with them the music I love, And that they hated what I like. Sometimes, I wish… Continue Reading