24 Hours Of Fame Poem by Phil Soar
24 Hours Of Fame
24 hours of fame
A poem by any other name
A winters walk
Chosen from a selection
Most apt?
When the winter has been so warm
And today it turns
Moves into minus figures
Chills the bones of us old ‘uns
Freezes car windows in the early dawn
Scrapers at the ready
Heated screens a bonus
Beds are warmer places
But work calls
Not long until retirement
A time to write more
More fame?
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