William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD

JOHN’S SEVEN HOURS

Seven hours sleep by my friend John
arose and bravely faced the dawn
scratched, an itch, stretched, a yawn
ponders the mat industry, he feels a pawn

They drain the funds and suck the life
from this poor man who lives midst strife
his pictures tell the mean streets tale
man’s constant search for tail or jail

Shooting Heroin down in the street
smell the pot so lingering sweet
the fights and roars and nightly screams
disturbing sleep with troubled dreams

Perhaps it’s time he took a wee break
and took a rest for goodness sake
he captures buildings, flowers, and men
in his clear lens and by his pen!

Author’s Note: For John-Ward Leighton, my friend!