"The papers are finished now," he said
The lady in blue
Picked up her bag
And left through the door
With 'lawyer' on it in black.
She walked down the street alone
And a teenager
Skated past,
Off with bag,
Her wallet and credit cards.
She entered her workplace depressed,
Her boss came forward,
Looked up,
The piece of paper
In her hand was pink in colour.
Down to the bridge on the bus
Without her bag,
Her job;
Onto the bridge she went.
"The end," she said and jumped.
This was the first poem I ever wrote. I was about 13 or 14 years old and it was for our school english class. Writing this inspired me to write more and learn more about poetry. This love affair is now in its second decade. The poems included on this page span this entire period and does not include every poem I have ever written but is a selection of some of my favourites.
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