Serving Time… #Poetry

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Serving time, counting pennies
Under the thumb, head bowed
Ridden hard by the masters
Valleys run deep with pain
Every man, woman and child has the mark
In their hearts they are free
Love is more than they can hope for
Love is the hidden desire waiting
All wait to be kissed by those lips
Nights would be less lonely
Changes blossom in the strangest of places
Every man shall have his day…

©AnitaDawes2022

Cold Christmas… #Poetry

Image by No-longer-here from Pixabay

Cold Christmas

I recognise the darkness, the chill in the air
The Christmas wish that didn’t come to pass
The lonely streets of London
So many feet rushing by
The occasional clink of a coin drops in my old hat
A kind stranger
placing a wrapped sandwich in my lap
I sit here on borrowed time with one wish in mind
To find a table with space for me to sit
Join in a Christmas feast by a warm burning fire
Christmas crackers waiting to be pulled
To touch the hand beside me in grateful prayer
Thanks spoken for the warm food
The chance to part of a family Christmas cheer…

© anita dawes 2020