Micawber Street
The faith that the inert have in tomorrow,
the hope that soothes the sorrow.
And the moments lived like sentences of shame.
Then take me to the wrecking yard and smash me into
pieces and scatter me upon the cobbled streets.
So strong boots can do the grinding, the casual refining
and the dustman’s brush can sweep me of my feet.
Author: Padraig O'Loingsigh Visit Padraig's Website -
Email Padraig I'm a writer, actor,tour guide, producer, theatre director and photographer. I'm interested in writing as a medium and in its ability to create pictures/ tell stories in the minds of others. I've written for the Irish Times, The Guardian and National Geographic Traveller, as a journalist and I'm getting used to the web as a medium for writing and finding a wider audience. I speak Gaelic and Spanish.
