Barney McGrew was a funny chap
Had far too many mishaps
No matter what he tried
Always felt he was fried
He thought on the positive side
From the bad he would hide
Or at least if he could
Keeping spirits high for good
But fate and old enemy of his
Playing with his darkest fears
No matter how he fought
No defence against this evermore
He lives in hope though
As you never know
What may be down the road
Or round the corner from home
Maybe he’ll be an actor
Or a famous writer?
Maybe something important
He’ll just have to find that portal
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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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