We are wise old owls

On Gods spacious canvas, poetic thoughts he writes

A wrinkled smile each morning

Wills him from his pillow

He pauses for breath

Walks arm in arm with his forever lover

Follows the sunlight from room to room

The pattern of life becoming fragmented

It’s going to be alright they assure each other.

(c)Poetry from The ManShed

05/09/19