Monday, 30 May 2011

Self Pity

Here again - on a train

and on a diet - on and on -

and on a railroad - rattling on

and (though I try my best)

to muster hands and voicebox, me,

I fail and fall and ache inside

while fields and rivers flash-on by:

(like Grantchester) poor me - ah me -

but (oh) what courage when a boy with Down’s

steps away on wobbly legs and toes

out towards uncertainty (unknown)

more brave than many – ever - even muster

depending - surely - on his aching heart

to hold him safe and look and gaze and smile.


  1. I love the use of repetition in the first stanza, the genuine feeling of helplessness on behalf of the speaker and the sad- yet uplifting- final two lines. I have a brother with cerebral palsy, so I can relate to this subject. great piece

  2. Had to read this one very stirring stuff,Thanks john.

    Regards j.