"Ireland always say your good byes
at midnight and if you are lucky you will be out the door by two."
The end is Nigh.
Time to leave our bubble.
Time to face daily struggle.
Time to say goodbye to the fishes.
Bob and Bob and Bob.
Other Bob was delicious.
Time for that last cafe con leche.
Pack summer away.
Last swim.
Last run.
Finish book.
Finish sun.
Back to worlds reality.
Please go gentle with me.
Break us in gently.
You survived ten days without our family.
Bills waiting.
Might as well be January:-(.
Bubble burst.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Ronan.
PoetryA new book I hope to fill with more poems and useless things. All for your amusement . So please like and comment and laugh but not at the bits I'm trying to be profound. Mind you they might be the best bits to laugh at. Enjoy:-)
