The Newspaper Seller Comments

beautiful lines...............well done

The ink does run like fading tears The town does gently weep. .............................................. Andrew, It's wonderful line... Very sad poems, with severe truth... You once again proved readers your mastery to a word... this a familiar- face of the old man looks as live- old newspaper of town... Best wishes, Tsira

This is penned so vividly and filled with much compasion for an old man who still tries to make a dime to sell the papers.... It all most makes you feel like you were there, and wished to go up to him and buy a paper even if you didnt read it... I know I would have, and have done so in the past to similar situations, AND I know you have too, I can feel that.... Very Andrew Blakemore Style...... To the core...... A 10 plus..............

I'm so glad you have immortalised the Express and Star seller, I can't believe he is still there lol, its been 19 years since I left, what a man! 10++ Lynda xx

The relentless monotony of the job, finely examined and reproduced here. No sympathy, no acknowledgement of his presence. Sad really to think about it, one wonders how he feels within himself. Cleverly described. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

I thoroughly enjoyed every line of this poem. You have painted a picture of a man who probably can do nothing else than sell newspapers. As the other readers say, the last line is superb. 10/10 Karin Anderson

A very poignant story. Your last stanza is simply superb. 10 for your compassion and insight. Warmest regards, Sandra

the last line in this write is sheer poetic beauty...the expression 'shutter down' is heart stealing...good life story write, Andrew...yet another...10