Poetry

  • The Rose

    I was looking at a rose this morning,It’s outer petals all torn.It didn’t hang its head in shameAs it faced the coming dawn.It’s inner petals we

  • Getting in Touch With Me.

    I’m feeling angry and misunderstoodAnd people are getting me down.The days are too hot and the nights too cold;I’m looking at life with a frown.I’m d