Up on the roof top Gregor sang, slinging the iron, doing his thing.
Providing sound shelter, making a buck. These beautiful children, not believing his luck.
It can start with a diddy, a haiku, a love song. It can be short like this one, or it could ramble on.
Clever and cheeky, or sly with much guile. Complex and riddled or simple and silly.
The process, the journey, the intention all matter. You’ll think to yourself, I’m mad as a hatter!
You’ll write on and ride on and it’s good either way - this poem is for you Greg, so what do you say?
Just a way to say - yes man, write some poems for us. When people ask me what I write, my first answer is “Mostly drivel”. You’ll be amazed at how forgiving your reader is…and if they don’t like it, well, there’s plenty of other drivel to choose from. One Love. -Nacho.
Will do!!! I got some gems within :)