Nov 16
Taking action,
You can't do that.
You watch the passersby,
From your dark den,
In the damp afternoon.
Fog rolling into your hovel,
You emerge from the archway,
Seeking out the light,
That the walkers absorb.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry For The Found
PoetryThis is the 2nd part of my 365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions ab...
