I'm Not My Bee's Keeper
A little honey bee whispered in my ear “Your sister’s a keeper” and I said “I know but eye wax poetic: You can speak and you can hear So get the f..k out of my ear!” © David Girard 25/02/19
Poetry by David Girard. I did not intend to write – it just happened. I did not choose poetry – it chose me. The process is therapeutic as it has given a voice to all of the crap that has been rattling around in my head. I have no delusions of grandeur and write first and foremost for myself and would like to compile my poems etc. into a book to share with others.