Washed upDried upWas a bean Brownthe leaves that once were green No more use to anyonePastmy moment in the sun It seems you're showing me the doorNo more use for me no more Well, Mate, I've got news for youI'm not doneAnd I'm not throughNot too old to shine againLearn new skills, stretch my brain [...]
Category: Poem
If Nurses ruled the World
Please grant me a world where people are paidAccording to how much they doAnd not by how much they are willing to stealfrom good folks like me and like you One dayyou toowill surely bein need of human kindnessBelieve me then, you’ll realise that a world that’s truly wiseMakes sure to always have enough nurses for the [...]
The deserving rich
Who needs our protection more? A billionaire, or, perhaps, the chaps who fought in his name, but were never the same when they came home? Who roam the streets at night, seeking respite from their never-ending mental war? Who needs your affection more? A man with six castles or could it be the elderly living [...]
I made a thing
Why, oh why, is it arranged That perfect things must first be changed
Like flies to wanton boys
How can so few men, just one or two men, start a war that the law, the hopes, the prayers, the letters penned of mothers, of brothers, of millions, can’t end?
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