Nobody, I thought close, is corresponding with me
not an e-mail, a pigeon, nor postie at the gate
I'm sure I replied, I certainly tried, but have I
really annoyed so many, of late?
Sometimes someone's lost, a long way from home
but no wanderers in sight, seeking directions
I am forsook, alone, with just a book, on loan
nobody wants kindness, a little affection.
I've bought some Twinings, I'd never touch the stuff,
but some visitors, DO love their cuppa
Ooh! . . it's Peaky Blinders soon
I'd better go and make my supper.
Tony Bradley
