Acceptance
LINE OUT I was informed two years ago by phone after playing rugby since the age of twelve ( Mick your old and slow mate, for your own sake hang up your boots, give out the oranges at half time ) This is the poem I wrote, awakening the next morning. Acceptance Of Rejection Bed side table Sleepy gaze and sleepy thoughts Walk hand in hand across my pillow Drawn too the bricabrac bits of me A scattered tabletop Like a bloodless butchers block Painful the hurt in my mind Having to except change in... Sign in to see full entry.