My Poems

My poems are made from muck and mud and blood and sweat and tears.

Okay, good times too I lived through in all my years.

Hopes and wishes, aspirations, fears.

Joy, yes, and happiness, music in my ears.

We live, we hope for better times, a song better than this.

Then we say, hold on a while, remember that first kiss.

Tich Ennis

6th July, 2016

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