Dare I hope my luck will turn?
Will I soon begin to earn
The sort of income that inspires
The brighter burning of home fires?
Last year I put my cards about
My friends at least are in no doubt
That my career as tourist guide
Will be a rollercoaster ride.
Myself, I cannot see it yet
It’s true the odd request I get
To take small groups, all warmly clad,
‘Round Brussels, but is this a fad?
My net is spreading far and wide
The phone is still, my time I bide
Encouraged by my many friends,
I study and research new trends.
Around this city oft I gaze
It never ceases to amaze,
The wealth of stories, anecdote
Its famous visitors of note.
Its crumbling buildings, modern shops
Its restaurants, and there are lots,
Which beckon to the passers-by,
Its many specialties to try.
Before one dines, why not a walk
Because this town can really talk
Its stones imbued with history,
Which I’ll explain, if you are free.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013