Singing and writing, who’s fighting?
I fight myself and sometimes win.
Is it too late to begin?
I nearly built a shop down a street where no one goes.
I still may do it, who knows?
Maybe someone lost their way.
Why not walk down and stay?
Bring something home with you, you may share it too.
If you wish to hear and see then come along with me.
I don’t cost much, not much, a widow’s mite.
17th October, 2017