Paris Notes by John Drudge

These are the footprints
The paths we walk
These broken stones
Beneath our feet
Across the bridge
Toward the bank
To sit and smoke
And talk and drink
There are things
And places
That move us
That make us bend
And twist through time
One thing then the next
One way to go before
One day curved into eternity
And then suddenly
No more

John works as a clinical social worker and is the president of a national disability management company. He holds degrees in Social Work, Psychology, and Rehabilitation Services and has studied philosophy extensively.  He is an avid traveler and a long-term student of the martial arts holding a 3rd degree black-belt in Kempo Karate. His diverse educational and experiential background gives him a broad base from which to approach many topics in his poetry. John currently lives with his wife and two children in Caledon, Ontario, Canada.