Crooked Ways

I’m not to be told, how to live my life

I’ve lived this life, having lost my wife

I’m not a great philosopher

Nor a fashion writer

 

I’m not a sprightly young traveler

I’ve no money to buy a new carrier

Too old for a toiling plumber

I actually like penning poetry

 

Some say your never too old

Whatever, I’ll continue to be sold

my plans to reach for the stars

Where I shall walk my own crooked ways

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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