Greeting From The UK..

I need a place, where my head can lay.
A place peacefully tranquil, at the end of the day.
A place where gentle folks, can simply meet.
To share their culture, relax and rest their feet.

I need a place, where a diseased old heart can rest.
A place where the company, proves the best.
Where constant aggravation, becomes a thing of the past.
A peaceful place, where the sun and warmth will last.

I need to leave behind, the women who prey.
On "Old Men" like me, who are expected to pay.
A place where your closest friends, are not abused.
A place where folks come, to be gleefully amused.

A place to post, without constant abuse.
In my short life, this is of no use.
I need the place, where folks provide the care.
As they appreciate the art, I try to share.

I need a place, devoid of evil witches.
A place of beauty, there are no selfish bitches.
No network animals, just pleasant folk.
Who get together, to share a joke.

This "old man" just needs, his romantic dreams.
And a chance to share, for that all seems,
So right with this world, peace a precious gift.
For this sick old heart, simply needs a lift.

This place exists, without the debris of life.
This place is found, and has no strife.
This is the place, that I can appreciate your smile.
To encourage and help me walk, that extra mile.

Enjoy . Steve . Aka . "The Old Sea Dog" . 1999 . ©

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