by 2725dlEnnis, Clare, Clare, Ireland
Jun 2013 659 Views 4 comments
Luas Platform.
There he sat,
With his white hair and Mack.
Black brolly in his hand.
His poise so straight,
He won't be late,
For the meeting he has planned.
A summer shower,
Falls down.
My street side,
Shadowed.
But he,
Gleams bright in the sun.
Yet, the sun falls down on only him.
And not on everyone.
With his white hair and Mack.
Black brolly in his hand.
His poise so straight,
He won't be late,
For the meeting he has planned.
A summer shower,
Falls down.
My street side,
Shadowed.
But he,
Gleams bright in the sun.
Yet, the sun falls down on only him.
And not on everyone.
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Posted: Jun 2013
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Waiting at the bus stop.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (4)
A beautiful read
Hope all is well with you
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
this one.