It's the Little Things
Here's a poem I wrote to myself when I was revelling in being a recluse. [I still am, actually]
It isn't too much to say,
How do you do today?
Or to give a little wink,
To a kid in garish pink.
Or to give a tiny smile,
At a really out there style.
Or to give a small nod.
To a geezer on his tod.
Or to give a mini hug,
To an angry-gentle thug.
Or to give a bijou blink,
To a skater at the rink.
Or to give a titchy like,
To a poem with a bike [in the picture].
K M Pearce, Nurturing the Roots
It isn't too much to say,
How do you do today?
Or to give a little wink,
To a kid in garish pink.
Or to give a tiny smile,
At a really out there style.
Or to give a small nod.
To a geezer on his tod.
Or to give a mini hug,
To an angry-gentle thug.
Or to give a bijou blink,
To a skater at the rink.
Or to give a titchy like,
To a poem with a bike [in the picture].
K M Pearce, Nurturing the Roots