British, Retired IT Executive, Male (b 1956), Father of 3 (plus a semi-adopted 2 others), now living in Auckland, NZ.
My passion is ...
helping people.
I know too much about ...
some people.
My parents always told me ...
I was adopted.
My favorite memory ...
my wedding disaster
Why I write ...
to release my emotions
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Facebook, sadly!
My best moment ...
meeting my wife.
My inspiration ...
heartache.
Island girl of wholesome grace youthful, fresh and fair of face That's what they see, yet really not the real me. Can't you tell I need my space So I can run my lonely race I'm doing it all at my own pace Unhappy and alone. Few that know what went before The bitter things of which so sore. Better keep those locked down deep Pry not, for you will make me weep. Trusted once my kith and kin Speak not my need for love aloud Eggshell pretense of thickened skin Projected always for the crowd I have to ask.... I wonder if you really know In whose hearts love for you will grow? For all are left to...
More..Greg Du Pille
Manukau, Auckland NZ
Member since: January 2009
Articles Written: 12