He
is a very serious man who likes reading investors' magazines and also,
various newspapers publicising useful ideas as well as the latest
happenings in the U.K. Government. I treat him as my tough critic but
behind is a man who appreciates poetry and loves to listen to popular
and signatures songs from the 60's to 80's, mainly.
One
of the days while I was reading a DIY (Do It Yourself) Magazine, I
heard him deliver emotional poems. I was in deep surprise and have
almost forgotten what I was reading about change a postal address .
It was a weird topic but it caught my attention so much. So, before I
decided opening my magazine to continue reading the article, I went to
him and encouraged him to record his compositions and the one below is
just one of the many.
Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming
His
poems were uttered spontaneously and in each sentence was bestowed with
intense meaning. I was very impressed and delighted for he had touched
my soul.
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