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    My Kawy
    My Kawy
    My Kawy
    Ebook60 pages23 minutes

    My Kawy

    By Robert Wilson

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    This is a book of poems. Some of the poems are funny, but most of all the poems are about things that inspired me.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobert Wilson
    Release dateOct 20, 2011
    ISBN9781465904881
    My Kawy
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    Robert Wilson

    Robert Wilson was born in 1957. A graduate of Oxford University, he has worked in shipping, advertising and trading in Africa. He has travelled in Asia and Africa and has lived in Greece and West Africa. He is married and writes from an isolated farmhouse in Portugal.

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      Book preview

      My Kawy - Robert Wilson

      My Kawy

      John Bichler

      Copyright 2011 by John Bichler

      Published by John Bichler at Smashwords

      Cover Art: John Bichler

      A Passing

      I closed my eyes to hold in the tears.

      My best friend is walking again,

      No pain, no complaints.

      Joy her heart struggled to grasp,

      Is a different kind of joy today.

      I might never seem the same,

      For my loss today.

      I can’t call her to hear her

      Wisdom.

      I can only remember I will eventually see

      Her walking again,

      Waiting to hug and comfort me.

      My Kawy

      Her blinkers hang limp.

      The speed and sun have weakened

      their once stout body.

      UV rays faded her paint,

      leaving exposed metal

      rubbed raw

      from my pant legs.

      Her engine runs with a little

      snicker for those other riders

      that need straight pipes to sound

      fast.

      Her once firm seat is a little lumpy,

      and her black cover is now gray.

      People snickered at her for her size.

      What will she be when she grows up?

      Still running.

      I stole that line from my dad.

      She also has weathered many other ignorant insults,

      but she rose above them and blew right by them

      while the ignorant people wept for their

      broken down bikes.

      She might not look like much,

      she might not be the cool thing,

      but twist the throttle and you will

      know that good engineering is behind

      her playful snickering.

      Do you have anything that inspires you, like an old toy or something from your childhood you wish you could keep forever?

      If

      If look upon my image

      seeing of self

      If that image remains

      grey and dark

      If it only seen

      by a few

      If you see it

      too

      If only the image

      remained true

      A Bill

      Witnessed by many

      questioned by few

      Spilling and polluting

      Change at a price

      Push a bill through

      promising something

      but paying

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