Thursday, 18 August 2011

Winds of change

Change is the only constant they say
And therefore its time;
From one lovely garden city to another sunny city, I move
A traveler with Hope as my pillion rider and a song across my speedometer

O winds of change, what course would the road take!

1 comment:

Boobesh said...

and only a biker know why the dog peeps out of the car window..