Our poet today is Laura Beasley (administrator’s apologies for posting the wrong poem yesterday!)
Written by Laura Beasley
Taking time to write song-singy sonnet,
Choosing word that can’t quite rhyme with vomit.
Because I’m fed up with the life I lead,
I’d rather stay home in a bath and read.
I choose the cheerful smiling all the time
And writing poems with happy-sounding rhymes.
When empty insides yearn to be carried
Instead of giving until I’m buried.
I’m far from home where my friends love me so,
The safe places where I know I could go.
It would be easy to be sad like some
But it’s not long before I have some fun.
Our path is bright and it’s the path I walk.
I can see light and I can walk my talk.