Who is reading my work? Is it someone from the past? Or someone
I don’t know? A mysterious person from afar; maybe someone who
doesn’t drive a car.. Everyday they read what I have written but
not enough to give me a fright. Maybe I should be honoured that
someone reads my work, and at least it is not giving me time to
shirk. But everyday they check to see if there’s any new. I’d love
to get in touch with them and boo!
Poems By ken makepeace 