broken
empty
in the dark alone
day'n night
night'n day
year
after year
after year
til who forgot who
all is lost
if only a talk
things might have changed
so i rock
don't mind those little squeaks
please sit for a while
rest those busy feet
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Well written my friend!!
Love Tinka
Be safe,
Karen