The Veteran

We often take for granted

That old man on that chair

The one with funny clothes on

And grey receding hair

But if we close our eyes

Imagine who he used to be

The old man with funny clothes on

Lead a country to victory

You never stopped to question

You only stand and judge

The old man on the park bench

Feeding ducks and eating fudge

It’s once a year you see him

With his medals on display

Standing at the cenotaph

Looking grieved and in dismay

He stands still in reflection

In silent mourning and in grief

For as the clock strikes 11

He lays down the poppy wreath.

In laying down that poppy wreath

In memory of what was

He lost his friends and colleagues

He laid down his life for us.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.