Poetry
All alone inside my headNothing to rememberNothing to look forward to Nothing…
I know an old man: tired, stooped,That old man is me, oops! Precisely,crippled by years…
I walk my dog, Woody, on a freezing dayHe pulls on the lead, he needs to be free, awaySoon, he’s outrunning…
We met on the usual termsof affectionate endearmentbred over more than half a…