Geoff Poem by Bob Gibson

Geoff

Rating: 5.0


Geoff lived all alone, in a shed in the bush, that he called home.
Never married, not one for rings, in fact he disliked material things!
He knew all the wildflowers in the bush, nature was Geoff's adrenaline rush!
He would only work six months at a time, he smoked cigars and drank fine wine
Six months later his savings gone, time to put his work boots on
No motor car or mouths to feed, no time for religion or for greed
Spend Christmas with us, folks used to say, but Christmas to Geoff, just another day
Old and grey and frail of bone, he now spends his days, in a rest home.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sarwar Chowdhury 10 December 2008

powerful compact reflections! .......10+

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Bob Gibson

Bob Gibson

Billingham County Durham
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