The day when he decides to do some washing is like the previous week - it’s on a Monday
and, when he reads a book into the evening, it’s recommended by his friendly book club
and, when he goes to meet his mates on Friday, he starts to feel so pissed that he falls over.
On Saturday he swears he won’t repeat that; he’s had enough of boozing and hangovers
deciding that it’s time to go teetotal - a vision of a man who’s dry and sober –
until he hears from Geoff that last night’s party was diamond – that they need to meet more often;
he hangs his head and prays for help, surrenders, on Sunday when his week starts up again. |
Words really matter. Blavatsky said 'the universe is never again the same for every word spoken!'. Reading and writing poems and poetry helps me concentrate on words, thoughts, feelings. My first son, Andrew, has Down's Syndrome and he allows me to see the world differently and that's a great source of inspiration - as are my sons Angus, Adam and wife Amelie...........words, poems, feelings ...........Love - of course!!!
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
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Excellent.
ReplyDeleteMan that sounds like a couple of guys I know at the moment. great poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad way to lead one's life. When a poem touches my heart, I call it a good poem, and this one did. Thank you.
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