When I was young and had my whole life in front of me I wanted nothing more than to be older. To have less life in front of me. I had time to burn and a box of matches. But this was the seventies, the pre-information age, so my longing for the years to pass … Continue reading PEANUTS FOR CHINA
This isn't exactly a short poem, nor is it exactly how it happened as it is eighteen months compressed into a single day that occurred almost fifty years ago. It's more about mood than accuracy, I've taken liberties, so much so that my big sister Sandy isn't in it, sorry Suds, but fifth doesn't rhyme with … Continue reading PIG BREAD
