Theres People At the End of the Rainbow

There’s People At The End Of The Rainbow Just in my head, but loved it dead, Was only five but so very alive. Not family or community, But to me it was to be. My poetry, my propriety, Not insipid, but with lipids. Accepted by friends, made my ends, As a teen, knew where I’d been. Only for my computer, quite the scrumper, At university, my propensity. Wrote some strange poems, ‘cos I knew ‘em, Happy to explore theology, ‘cos I was with biology. Now I’m back, quite the quack, Giving dynamic views, not for pews. I can see people there, without stare, Warmly accepting, not rejecting. 18/01/2016