Are you up today,

or are you down,

are you wearing a smile,

or a frown,

are you average this evening,

or simply fragile ?

Both my poets,

present as clowns.

 

One young, only just beginning,

one mature

and ever so giving,

one's stole my soul,

one's heightened my senses,

I hope none of us part.

 

One my harshest critic,

one my shoulder,

without them,

I don't want to grow much older.

 

One came first,

then the warrior followed,

helping me with my pride,

all humbleness swallowed.

 

Just thought I'd write a verse for them,

so both know I care,

with each and every moment,

I'll climb the stairs.

 

A star I'd like to dedicate to them,

for both of them to share,

without them both,

I'd still be in the lair !

 

Saturday 30th March 2013