Andy Brookes Poems
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I'm Only Human
I work my fingers to the bone,
And I know I shouldn't moan.
Not get upset about my work,
If criticised by some jerk.
It's sad to say, my skin is thin,
Tough exterior, soft within.
I try so not to let it hurt,
When hit by a poem expert.
I know I have a lot to learn,
But cruel remarks, they just burn.
And you know I have no fear,
Of ever becoming like Shakespeare.
I write just whims, airy fancies,
Which people stab with their lances.
With their thrusts they put me down,
Making me feel like a clown.
But be it good or be it ...
Shades Of Gray
there are greys and greys
sky shifts from blue grey to dove grey
the hills shift in the mist grey of morning
light fractures the hills and avenues of valleys
gun metal heaving seas of gray
beneath the green fields of grass
washing to a fro between the dry stone walls