This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.A pathetic little flowerIn a terracotta pot,My leaves are limp and mouldyAnd the weather's not too hot,For the sun has gone and veers awayFrom where I sit alone;There's no warmth for me, a dying shade,Where winter winds fierce moan.I thought the sun a kindly friend,A kiss upon my brow;A fount of growth and blessing deep,But he h...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.It's always today, but it's never tomorrow;It's never a given, it's always a borrow.There is always a moment when you say, "Not right now..."And to make it forever wasn't worth it, somehow.It's always a minute, or a day, sometimes hours;Then you pick up your bags and lay funeral flowers.It's always for now, whilst you've got tim...
