The last thorn...

Life at my feet

May I tread with ease

not knowing what we seek

But I wish for comfort

and not a bed of thorns

for the last thorn

hurt.

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

And so walking delicately are we? Or rushing through to end the road?

[Jeff]

Excellent work.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It is better to walk on thorns and feel some pain than walk on eggshells and feel nothing. A very compelling little poem.

[EMF]

Closer. No. Closer still. Just so I can put my arm around your shoulders and whisper.............................................


BLOODY GOOD.

Got it yet?

[EMF]

Know what? Bit closer so you hear this... DAMN YOU@RE GOOD! Got that? Nice and clear? A superb poem. Simple.