Some come
In tracksuits
And boots,
Almost fresh from the field.
Others yield
In skirt and stiletto heels.
All play their part.
Then depart,
Back
To the endless,
Friendless,
Running track.
Some come
In tracksuits
And boots,
Almost fresh from the field.
Others yield
In skirt and stiletto heels.
All play their part.
Then depart,
Back
To the endless,
Friendless,
Running track.
A all encompassing poem Kevin, as in these revealing lines….
“Almost fresh from the field.
Others yield
In skirt and stiletto heels.”
Thanks Ivor. You do, I think understand my poem.