It is in the shelter of others
That we find our lives.
In the doorstep
Of a daughter's arms,
Under the roof of friendship,
Beneath the trees of work,
In the bridging handshake.
Where you're from, it does not matter.
Step inside,
Know me better.
YOU ARE READING
Scribblings
PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
