Poems from kyeclare
One of eight, a boy grows up listening to Beatles music
He sings along to every song
And hopes his voice is heard
He sings of love and "...
3 am and still wildly awake
for no reason except
my thoughts race
analyze and stumble and discover and work and fall and twist and untwist...
As the winter slowly approaches
The leaves keep falling
and winds steadily blow
a new change
not of a cold and frozen time
but a time...