A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
Beautiful the last line of this poem! <3
Thank you, Layla, I’m happy it worked for you.
Look at you, you old romantic, you. And good at it into the bargain.
You got me, Doug.
Sometimes I like to state the bleeding obvious as to the balance of life
Beautiful song of appreciation…!
Thanks, Liz, that’s exactly what it is meant to be!
Beautiful words and images, full of warmth and love.
My first reaction? ‘If only…’
Some people find themselves, and their inner song, later in life, Jenne