Poetry Blog by mike booth (connection)
Tell me, Stranger, tell me do,
What makes the world spin round for you?
What do you love, what makes you cry?
What do you hope, before you die?
Tell me, Father, plant a seed,
What path I follow, where you lead,
Give me compass, strength and plan,
To show me how to be a man.
Hold me Mother, sing me songs,
Give me rites for all my wrongs,
Tuesday 12th June 2018 10:32 pm
We don’t want to be alone…
But our deepest relationship is with our phone
Like a dog with a bone, checking the tone.
We swipe and we flick,, we tick and we post,
Poking, retweeting, who likes us the most?
We turn on the roast, we like and give stars,
But end of the day, do we know who we are?
This ain’t how it could be,
It’s wrong, do you see?...
Sunday 4th February 2018 4:57 pm