It isn’t money, nor want of it,
that breeds evil in the soul,
but ignorance, which bores
holes where whole ideas
ought to flow from mind
to mind until we’re bound
as leaves on trees that
abound in sound ground.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.