My first memory of Elizabeth II, a poem

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, Poetry, ProseTags:, ,

She driven in
an old convertable
In a black and
white film.

How pretty,
So sad.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.