Full Of Their Love - Poem by Ian Keenan
I have made the phone calls,
Trusting the work will come
In time for me to pay my way.
It’s been like this for so long,
Being a consultant
Not an easy option.
But then how can I complain,
So much time to see and be
With my kids,
Their schools and matches,
Playgrounds and friends.
Such a privilege –
Maybe poor but when I go
I’ll go floating on such mem’ries.
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