One sunny afternoon as I sat in the car waiting for my younger brother to emerge from his then job in the bookies, I noticed two hand prints on the wall, as I sat there, this poem seeped into my mind and formed itself onto a nearby napkin.
The truth of their existence was not as morbid as my mind had projected. In fact I discovered they were put there by my brother's work colleague in a much less dramatic manner.
The Writing on the Bookies Wall
Sweated and once slid they shine,
As he fell in despair grasping for the past,
But alas, it was not there
And to the ground he fell
Once again wishing; wishing for two hours lost
And the fortune within them.
Warrior Princess
It is lovely, really. BUT what I really really love is the column to the LEFT 'About me' all about you :-)
ReplyDeleteThat is where the poetry is my dear. Not to mention the last couple of lines - that tugs at the heart strings like no other words.
See ya for coffee :-)
I wrote that poem (About me) as I hate trying to describe myself on things like Facebook and Myspace etc. so I wrote it as a lazy way out of telling people about myself. It sums me up best I think and I can simply copy and paste it as needs be.
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