one of those psychological poems
instant swift written on an envelope
indifference thrown away by my wife
in her obsession tidy up house cleaning;
lucky by change found saved from the fire
not used as mere waste paper tinder for
setting winter fire material ready to light
sadly I loose quiet a few poems that way;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem