Close your eyes, and picture me.
(A poem I wrote some time ago, infact I was in the care home when I wrote this. Using my empathetic mind, whilst sat in a chair watching the old folks. I imagined as best what I would feel. Hopefully you find the rhythm of it more emphasizing)
You there looking at me
Tell me who I am and what you see
I seem to have misplaced my past
I have fallen out of...
I have left a comment on your post but not sure what is happening as it's been uploading for the past 45 mins. Getting colder, make sure you tuck your vest in your knickers!! Will try again
The ice cold winds of winter chill me to the bone and yet still I stand behind my market stall and wait for the customers to arrive day after day. It's not the easiest life or the easiest way to make money but I love what I do and I love the banter of the other traders and customers. I'll never be...
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.''
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