Half a world away

Day 21: & a late substitute, which I wanted to share for no better reason than I came across a poem I had forgotten and it asked to be shared again.
Yes worrying, my poems are talking to me.

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Redscape via photopin (license) photo credit: Redscape via photopin(license)

In an hour we could be sixty miles away.

Tomorrow we could be in France

Or on a plane to Mumbai,

Half a world away from here.

Let’s have an adventure, a fiesta, a new start.

So come on take my hand

Let’s leave our troubles behind and escape.


© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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