Down on my luck, with no food for tuck were do I go from here?
I can't stay at home, so all on my own with no one for company except fear...
My family have gone, I had to move on with no clothes on my back ... just an empty back pack
A couple of crumbs and on my blistered thumbs, the workhouse for me will anyone ever hear my plea..
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Wow Oscar - I love it. You have really caught my imagination with this splendid piece of poetry!
ReplyDeleteYOU ARE OFFICIALLY OUR WRITER OF THE WEEK - Congratulations
Mr Warne