Saint by name
A good man is he
Fights for a happy life
His daughter his reason to be
Nothing matters more than her
He doubts nothing ever will
But sometimes he wants more
A hole he needs to fill
For sometimes he’s lonely
And would like not to be
To awake with someone special
Someone in who he can believe
But his daughter comes first
Always had and always will
Much would he do for her
She’s the only thing that’s real
He doesn’t want much in life
A good job and some comforts
Enough to get by and treat his girl
To take away the hurt
For now though he fights on
Doing all he can
Separated by the miles
In the same land
*For Michael K
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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