Can You Direct Me To Memory Lane? On shifting sands An old man stands. Faded glitter of wealth Supplanted with fears for health. As each breath is...
Written during a bout of insomnia this is a sequel to my first offering that hopefully expands some of my thinking. The picture was taken during a charity walk.........have I always been a hero...no.
I'm no arachnophobic, but I steer well clear of these deadly killers... Image copyright free