by Peter Maslak | Jan 30, 2009 | Poetry
What does it matter, the colour of his skin? When all that’s important is, the person within Why focus on whether, he’s white, brown or black? We are all of God’s children; you can’t deny that With so many cultures, having different beliefs All living together, on the...
by Peter Maslak | Nov 22, 2008 | Poetry
Walking down the street today, in my sight I saw A dishevelled man, all alone, sitting on the floor A disheartened voice, spoke to me, “Big Issue, Sir?” it said Ashamedly, without a word, I passed by, and turned my head. Scruffy lout, is what I thought, he’s just...
by Peter Maslak | Nov 16, 2008 | Poetry
If only he had not gone out last night, if only he had stayed at home He’d not be lying on the mortician’s slab, and you’d not be left alone If he’d taken care when crossing the road, waited ‘til lights were red He still would be here right by your side, and not lying...
by Peter Maslak | Nov 13, 2008 | Poetry
Sad tired old man, with rheumy eyes, sitting on his own Reminiscing of the time gone by and how the years had flown Wondering had he done enough? Had he lived a decent life? Had he been good enough a husband to his dear departed wife? Did his life have meaning? Had he...
by Peter Maslak | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
Take care of yourself and don’t get sick, make sure that you’re not ill For if you don’t, there’s no guarantee that you’ll get medicine or pill. You may not receive the drugs you need, that might help to put you right It’s down to the whim of bureaucrats who like to...
