A Better Way
There has to be a better way.
Than endless warring,
And committing countless crimes:
I have a picture of a tree
(In my minds eye)
But it’s not the vision
That you will see!
My dearest reader, seconds ago, before your
Decision to turn the page, there was nothing.
These very words were hidden away and thus
Unseen, to all intents did not exist:
They say this Covid Plague came from bats.
I picture a great black cave
Filled with bats
Crammed into the crannies -
Most people you will see just once,
Along the murky corridors of Time.
That crowded high street,
A swarm of strangers whizzing round.
Why I Write
I love music
But can only sing flat.
And I can't play musical instruments
With their baffling array of keys or strings.