with a winning hand
there's an element of luck
it's the dealer's call

a woman's work is ever ongoing
she cooks, washes and does all hubby's mowing
the list of her daily duties quite long
she's never free from these demanding tasks
her days are as full as the fullest flasks
at no time is the housewife taking spells
every minute rings in requesting bells
few assist they're off singing an easy song
whereas the underpaid maid grinds tough stone
her hands worn down to barest possible bone
women carry tons of bricks a real heavy freight
not for one second will they idle or laze
they're running around in the busiest haze
by week's end they do feel a loading's weight

The stunning colour in our spring garden
Is absolutely breathtaking

Keith Wilson, Windermere, April 2017

The sun set beautiful
Red and orange
Mixed across the sky

Keith Wilson April 2017

You were the light
at the end of my tunnel;
The rest at the end of my day
and I thought I'd have forever
to say the words I'd like to say.

But life moves on
And time goes by.
People change
and feelings die.

Now my tunnels have no ending
my days end in an empty bed
and I sit alone surrounded
by the words I never said.