Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Hanging Fire by John Drudge

Waiting
Always waiting
But now for nothing
But the end
Or is it the beginning?
Or maybe I’m waiting
For everything
Maybe just anything
Deep in the core
While hanging fire
Beyond these long days
Of waiting
For something 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. 









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