You were an old man,
And you took what wasn’t yours,
To prepare slowly, then to consume,
Blessed be the children.
Rob JosephÂ
Free Verse Poetry
You were an old man,
And you took what wasn’t yours,
To prepare slowly, then to consume,
Blessed be the children.
I found a conker today,
A deep rustic brown,
The sunlight was shining on it,
And my thoughts of Autumn are plenty.
It seems that a glass or two of red wine, is good for the poet in me
