‘The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me’ by Ian McMillan

The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me Our paths cross in the tight dark And his sack reflects the streetlight And he nods and I nod And his sack is emptier than the past And his sack is emptier than the future And his sack is all there is. Our paths diverge in the clenched dark And his sack swings like a pub sign … Continue reading ‘The Oldest Paperboy in the World and Me’ by Ian McMillan