Sometimes,
daytime memories
bleed into the night.
And then another day.
Happy, sad I face it all.
The choice is no longer mine.
Only today, for goodness,
life and love
A breach in the sadness
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 