Little by little
Little by little
The gate shall open
darkness to pour in
Small things
that make us all
Little by little
A giant to form
Never that thing
you thought at the start
Little by little
Of hope
Of heart
Never that thing
you thought at the start
A second of hope
The realm of the smart
A risk toward easiness
A snare of the heart
Little by little
A gate to open
Light to escape
The font of fate
That sits beside
An empty spate
Of fulsome bits
Small as they are
That fell the cloaks and
Fill the jar
And give to me
That mess afar
Of distant hopes
And wretched stars
And give to me
That mess afar
Of distant hopes
of greatness.
On the way home from work
Stopped the car
Today I discovered we were not short listed for a competition.
Later I realised it was my fathe’rs birthday.