I couldn’t sleep,
so I…
wrote myself a lullaby;
The problem is,
lullabies often make me cry,
because remembering childhood
reminds me of lost things –
and I stay awake
thinking of ways
to bring them back.
I couldn’t sleep,
so I…
wrote myself a lullaby;
The problem is,
lullabies often make me cry,
because remembering childhood
reminds me of lost things –
and I stay awake
thinking of ways
to bring them back.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire