My writing is a journey of discovery. I learn so much about myself, the world and what it means to be a member of the human race every time I put pen to paper. I am enjoying my travels and have gaining so much knowledge from all my fellow writers along the way - thank you. Long may my journey continue.
The Shed A shed that my father built sits in the sunshine, The youth of the neighbourhood there gather and mix, Each evening they moan about parents and homework, Enthuse over alcohol, music and sex. The songs of Madonna blast out on the tape deck, Shouting to adults, 'You're not welcome here!', Within brown walls of wood with a taste of cheap cider, The sharing of hormones and sweat keeps all clear. Fear of the future and where it may take them, Fear of appearing to be who they are, Of not fitting in, of being an outcast, To the song of a virgin I sit where they are. In a shed, in a garden there once sat tomorrow, We hid from our future and laughed at old age, That's now just a memory, a shared past of friendship, The future's caught up and it lives on this page.
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