Pit brown, eddies like molasses
Trout, their underbellies speckled
with mottled brown marks swim
inside a subterranean world
Ceaseless the water runs
Never the same pattern
As in life the moment passes
and can never be lived again.
Saturday 19th November 2022 5:24 pm
It is a meeting place, this coffee house of ours
The atmosphere is friendly and relaxed,
And it is popular with everyone.
Its tables and the chairs are a mixture of styles and ages:
Metal or wood or comfy arm chairs, and benches
They must have come from an auction!
There is a full bookcase half way up the stairs
There are newspapers in a rack
Some customers read while they ...
Sunday 22nd July 2018 6:23 pm
Come on Eileen is not really you
Tell us more Eileen, is probably more true
With a life well lived and tales to tell
Life will be lesser now you're not here for the tell
Not quite a son, but a son-in-law
You once said we're close, we think so alike
You explained that we're both observers of people and life
Maybe sit in the margin to listen and learn
Well I learned from you with your spark...
Friday 19th May 2017 7:45 am