HELLO😇

Elder O Boyle here👍

To start you off on our holiday buzz I thought you may enjoy this poem from last year about the end of our holidays.

It appears in my other book, Poems and other useless information.

It's a bit of a downer but hey least we get to go back and start again.

ENJOY 🏖

The last cafe con leache.☕️

Ten days lived in, worn in, slept in  played in.

Our villa.

We wakes.

Surrounded by all threatening new.

New villa's with new wives with new children in new clothes and new white husbands all with new energy for their new holiday.

Not ours.

Ours is up.

Over stay, pack away.

Time to be on our way.

Least we have this one last day.

Before the envious new invade our haven.

  Casting us back into life's hectic hurricane.

One last day not to think.

One last day to drink.

The last cafe con leache.