Looking for pennies…

I’ll get there.

A haiku about money.

A Poetic Narration and the After Thoughts of a Ruffian who Realises the Disadvantage of Gifting his Soul to a Corrupt Politician.

Thoughts on life.

Last night I sat and pondered…

It’s good to keep your head down… you just might find something.

A brief thought about life’s treasures.

A parent’s or a grandparent’s lament for the loss of childish innocence, and the loss of his children because they grew up and became strangers.