Workbox. Poem by Peter Vealey

Workbox.



I saw your workbox,
A sum total in years.
How tender I felt,
Towards this box of organization.
Calm ordered world,
Where your hopes lay,
I inherit,
And you are there.
We are like,
Two people in a sea adrift.
Waving from a distance.
The tide taking,
Us further away.
By the minute,
By the hour,
By the day.

Sunday, March 7, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: Family ,life
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Peter Vealey

Peter Vealey

Hertfordshire
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