The old man

Sits to remember

What he was in his youth

A gallant rider

He was bulletproof

And a girl

Cheeks lit like a flame

Is looking at the treats

She’ll enjoy later

Tucked under her sheets


Taking a long break

From spread sheets and files

To try and unwind

Whilst browsing the aisles

And I stand

Happy just to watch

As the crowd all look

All trying to find

That one perfect book


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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1 Response to Waterstones

  1. ajkj1209 says:

    Nice one mate, follow back I write poetry too


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