HE
He
Starts to run
to escape the pain
and quickens his pace
until with heaving chest
his legs which pound the earth
can go no more
he falls.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun - back after a few days away.
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Comments5
I have that problem when I walk to the car!
I nearly did not read the poem as it took me a long time to get passed that wonderful artwork Michael - it is brilliant.
Thanks Andy - acrylic on canvas approx 50cm square
A fine write and pic M. He (or She) who must be obeyed - Mr & Mrs Berles?!
Definitely Mrs.
Wow - I did much the same as Andy as your amazingly colourful art-work took my breath away- - - - I like the intrigue in your few lines however Mike and maybe a sequel will follow ?
Now that's an idea = a sequal maybe
BRIAN HERE ~ Good Morning Uncle Mike ~ nice to have you back and your Magic Brush ~ AWESOME ! The moral of your MANTRA is *HE who tries too HARD ~ inevitably falls ~ flat on his FACE !* In my experience Ladies know when to stop ! ! !
Blessings & peace to You & Yours
Love BRIAN & ANGEL 🧡💙🧡💙🧡
Ladies know when to sytop - mmmm - does that apply to talking as well ? 😉
Thanks Brian.
Seeing that title HE took me straight back to childhood vision of the top shelf HE magazine where we first sniggered and tittered over nudity..... funnily enough one or two pictures within did make us weak at the knees and short of breath too.
As a sufferer of arthritis in my knees im sympathetic to anyone in the same boat. I remember mum telling me that growing old was all about putting up with aches and pains,,,, she was right.
Yes the top shelf - and not wrapped in celophane in those days. Don't mention knees - still getting over my total knee replacement. My Dad always used to say 'It's not much fun getting old' and now I hear myself saying it.
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