Every month I look at the photo on the Visual Verse web site and try and write a poem about it.
This is the one I wrote this month.

Two lives

An old man cries over lost youth,
the girl he almost wed,
his children that never were,
the words that went unsaid.

A young girl dreams and smiles,
her life is full of laughter and fun.
She can’t yet see the clouds of tears
that will obliterate the sun.

And here is another poem about waiting!


I spend my life waiting:
in the doctors surgery,
at the dentists, in shop queues.
How many minutes are wasted
waiting for a bus or a train?
I’ve been waiting
an eternity for your phone call.
Find someone else to mess around.
You won’t find me waiting
for you ever again.