Out Of My Window

by Stuart Wilkinson

Like the candle

That fell out of my window

Is there anything quite like it

When I walk into the ward

With my blue candle

What will they think

Would it be something I could handle

Well I'd like you to know

When you think I'm unwell

I'll be playing my guitar

Peering from my window.


  © Stuart Wilkinson 1990

ð Back to Poetry menu

ð Back to Home