By Laurie Wilkinson
There’s a camp site by my French place
With a small, round swimming pool,
That gets leaves dropping in it
Which is not too good at all.
So every morning of each day
The site manager would get them out.
Which was appreciated by swimmers,
And of that there is no doubt.
He also used to maintain the camp
Making sure everything was clean,
Not just because it was his job
But so it looked nice when seen.
Though sadly he is no longer here
For cruel cancer took him away,
And those leaves are still dropping
But the pool gets cleared each day.
So as I pass, or sit with a drink
At the site bar that’s just nearby,
I often get to wonder about life
Which can often make us cry.
For the man who cleaned the pool
Was nowhere near my years,
Yet was removed from life early
Condemning his family to tears.
Now many of us will leave things
That occupy ourselves and time,
And when we have left the world
We hope memories remain sublime.
So for me it’s my words and poems
About love, life and she who grieves,
Over things still here without us
Like the man who cleared the leaves.
Author Bio:
Originally from East London, I now live in Eastbourne and am known as The Psychy Poet due to my expansive career in psychiatry in which I have a forensic psychiatry degree. I have published 15 books of my poetry, and alongside entertaining, which includes reading my poems on cruise ships, I donate all above my costs to the charity Help for Heroes. At present my total raised is over £11,5oo and rising.
My poems have won awards and been published in national newspapers, magazines, online publications and regular columns of mine. I have guested on BBC Radio frequently and other local stations too. A national radio read my poems out as well. My books are mostly in four sections of romance, humour, reflection and tragedy and I also write many poems on commission.
Contact Author:
www.lauriewilkinson.com
www.psychypoet.com
Email: lw1800@hotmail.co.uk
