Times

Posted byPhoenixPosted inCreative writing, Poetry, stress, writingTags:,

There are Times

When I would like to travel again

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To Lala

To Sara

To Aisha;

To revisit

The fun

We had?

Or was it just lust?

To Irada

Unfortunately named

By my siblings,

In that weird handstand.

An Tasha;

Natalya;

Natalie;

Talya;

All for one.

Whoever we were,

Dance with me.

Dance me without Tiffany.

You said no commitment.

No.

Until Manchester.

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I have been a teacher all my life. That doesn't just mean in School! I taught my brothers to ride bikes and go camping in the mountains. I taught Football, Cricket, Squash, Sailing, Climbing and Karate. In BNI I became the Education Coordinator. With my Property Business I laid on Investment Seminars. I taught my sons to Fish for Carp. And I still teach Maths and Physics to students who want to go to University to study Medicine or Engineering. Now I am teaching people the things I am learning online.

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