Margaret Hankins

Lydney, Gloucestshire, UK

I was born 24th October 1934 in Northampton. I am a housewife, mother to Stephen, Gary and Laura, and grandmother to Dean, Kurt, Stacey Lee, and Shannon. My husband is Sydney Hankins, we have been married for 42 years. We enjoy tending our large garden together and are both very active in church life. My husband is very influential in all my poetry, and gives me full support. My poems reflect many different areas of my life, and are written straight from the heart, I hope that people who read my poetry will share in all of my different moods.

A Buskers Life For Me

Every morning I get up at eight,
And get dressed in a hurry so that I won't be late,
To go to the job centre and join the queue,
Of people who have no job to go to.

I look at the boards but theres nothing for me,
For I have no skills at all you see,
So once more I leave and go on my way,
And wonder just how I will spend my day.

I stroll pass the shops and stop and stare,
At the numbers of buskers I see there,
it they can do it and earn a living,
Then I can give as much as they're giving.

So I sit down my hat on the ground,
And start to sing to all around,
But people pass by without a glance,
With my kind of voice I don't stand a chance.

Then this little girl comes up to me,
And holds out her hand so that I can see,
The money that she's holding there,
And she looks at me with her childlike stare.

And say's' I like humpty dumpty the best'
So now I really am put to the test,
For the nursery rhymes that I know are few,
But I'll do the best that I can do.

And would you believe it the children all stop,
And into my hat the money they'd drop,
So at the end of the day a rich man am I,
A nursery rhyme busker will be my job till I die.

Friendless

I'm all alone in the depths of despair,
I look around but no-one is there,
No-one to give me the comfort I need,
No-one to listen, no one to heed.

I really feel the need for a friend,
Someone to stay with me till the end
For I feel that my life is slipping away,
And theres no tomorrow only today.

Just to tell someone of the sorrows I bear,
To enlighten my heart to someone who'll care,
But when the night falls and I'm still here alone,
I'll close my eyes to this life of my own.

With my very last breath I will whisper goodbye,
To no-one particular for theres no-one to cry,
For my passing away so this is really the end,
Things could have been different if I'd had a friend