Tuesday, 24 March 2009


Life is ours because we think,
Sometimes callous, we never shrink,
The writer sees this world of ours,
Catches thoughts, ideas he devours,
Persistently turned to literary delights,
Reflects them back, turns on the light,
Of social change that drives us on,
To interfere, define; he must never be gone

(c) Anthony North, March 2009

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