Sunday, 5 August 2018


ON THE PORCH LIGHT

My Dad
Would insist
To keep on
The light of the porch
It served as torch,
A ray of light,
For any desolate being
Groping in the still of night.

Now that he has gone
I keep the light on
A surging hope within
That he might just walkin.

That’s the difference
I, all about my feelings
He, about fellow beings!