Anecdote Poem by Will Barber
Anecdote
A nameless one, who toiled alone,
And waited for the telephone
To ring, grew restless on a day
When winds blew all his dreams away
In gusts of news. No raindrops fell;
Nor did he cry, 'Farewell, farewell! ',
While drifting to the farther shore.
He hoped for nothing, nothing more.
When his boat beached on the strand,
Kindly natives lent a hand;
They carried him to hospital,
Where he exclaimed, 'Fare well! fare well! '
Ooh, I almost fell off - er - the floor (none of that chair nonsense, you know) to see you posting Will. And brilliantly done. Perfect depiction of wind blowing ones dreams away.... in news. Only you would conjure up that one. So. We've had the taster and there is no farewell; more, please! t x
You're here! ! Some aspects of life being a beach'n'all........you are so welcome on this shore....! ! Love, D.
A poem of the naked kind. Silence, please.... A free spirit is talking.
My dear, hope dies hard, especially with love of friend and family... more so in the unexpected kindness of strangers. I hope that you know how well YOU are loved! This poem means alot to me. A Forever Favorite. Thank you... Your decades-to-be old friend, Esther : ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 7:02:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
welcome back mr will barber, a poem of pathos living unliving..10