there he was
arriving on main street
carrying a backpack
and a suitcase

both stuffed with
papers

“WELCOME TO THE TOWN
OF FORGOTTEN POETS.”
said the shadows that
watched from the
windows
of nearby buildings

He didn’t like the
sound of their
voices

but he sighed
and dragged his
tired feet along

they were almost as
tired as his soul
and just as hurt

He'll have to live on the
streets,
for the town
was overpopulated

He ran
Behind him pillars
Crushing on pavement
Going out with a bang
Rocks deadlier than killers
Chasing him with grim contempt

A bridge
Falling, breaking, dying
A run, another wrest
Screaming in grudge
He jumped, and flying
He escaped this deadly nest.

The wait
Is teaching you patience

In life our first teacher
Mother
In life our first friend
mother
Our life itself,
Mother
For she gave us birth.
20/9/2021

was very gentle
caring for my wounded heart,
a balm for my pain.
20/9/2021

The sky is all grey
Setting the weather for us
To have fun and play