Poems from patrickfitzgerald
Sitting here writing
Trying to sleep but I can’t
In my warm bed snuggled up but somehow not happy
I think about life and what I wish it was...
Life is written in pen.
Though you choose the book you write.
Then when you grow old,
Your story is told.
Each page in black and white.
Deafening silence all around me.
Unbroken only by the chirping of far off birds.
And the gentle paddle strokes cutting through the water....