Each day the world is new. Poetry from the pen of ~The Poet’s Poet~

He would go to the mirror unshaven

Return shining like a new pin

Not a sign of blood

Dab hand with an open razor

Ask him to drive a nail

Hang a picture on a wall

Return with blackened finger

And a plaster piece souvenir

Dresses up for a night out

Stretches the legs after the meal

Shows off two odd socks

In summer the song sings itself

His melodious voice rings throughout the house

They listen intently to his muffled words

As he quietly speaks his poetry.

©Chris Black. April 24th 2019 #National #Poetry #Month

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