A journey through life March 1991 to October 1992

From every side you look beautiful
Welcome to the real world
Sonnet
I don't care who you used to be
I am tired
I need a plan
Is it worth
If there was some way of knowing
Cleethorpes Beach
All I want is to sit
In the sunshine, I suppose
Having to Choose
Do you come here often?
It's not that I don't believe in God
Not quite what I had hoped for.
A gift of God writing a poem
You used to make me feel like
The Dark Stream