The old fella was weary, of that you could tell
as he trudged down the highways wheeling push bike with bell,
collecting old cans and bottles from the edge of the road
to take into the bottle ‘o’ and there to un-load
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You can never tell a book by it's cover, as they say. Wonderful poem painting a lovely picture of a character who inhabited a town, yet no one really knew him. Sad but very moving. A delightful read and very well constructed. Love Ernestine XXX Lovely to find you again.
A wonderful piece of Australian poetry Don...... great appreciation of individual personalities and the wonderful characters within our country. Love your style! Colleen.
You narrate well. A thought provoking poem. Anjana