A MAN WHO TOUGHT I WERE HOMELES!
One fine afternoon - fine ''cos it wernt raining!I were walking to trawl through a charity shop fore books
A man were on his mobile - did not notese - he'd drop somert
I bent down picked the pen up - yes the somert had been a pen
He thanked me - I went on me way
In the RSPCA - that was the charity shop I was headed fore
I'd just got in - had not yet reached the book shelf's
When I heasrd a voice - I turnde to see it were the man - who's pen it were
He asked: '' Are you homeles '' , '' no I am not - though I must look as if I am ''
He sasid: '' I did not mean any offense '' , I smilde: '' none taken
He then said: '' if you were , I could of helped you out '' '' , '' why thank you says I ''
He went , I made my way to the book shelf's , to trawl the books
As most think after such an experience - thought of what I should of said
I should of saide: '' No , I'm not homeless '' , merely an impoverished writer! ''
The moment were lost!
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2016-01-14 at 01:58
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