She’s there for a reason and her reason is money.
If you’re not doing well she won’t find your jokes funny!
She can’t understand why you treat her so well,
When here purse is empty and her budget’s shot to hell.
Tag: Hope
The colours
A poem about rainbows, and about holding onto dreams.
I am the colours that come from the light,
The colours that change so that dreams can take flight.
The colours that are calm and the ones that are not.
That change each season, that stay the same for no reason.
Possibilities .. a poem about my dreams for the future
Sometimes I sits, I sits and thinks, of things I’ve never seen,
Of places that I’ll never know, of what I may not be.
Of all the possibilities that seem so far away,
of all the lovely winding roads, that lead out from my gate. Continue reading Possibilities .. a poem about my dreams for the future
