The photo of you,
The one in my pocket,
Is faded and torn at the edges.
The black and white picture,
A gift from you,
Is a treasure that I’ll take to the grave.
Rob JosephÂ
Free Verse Poetry
The photo of you,
The one in my pocket,
Is faded and torn at the edges.
The black and white picture,
A gift from you,
Is a treasure that I’ll take to the grave.
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
