Poem: From Another Place

Another Place


I’m sure I come from another place…

Where money’s not important

Nor the colour of your face.

I think I’ll drive at a different pace…

70mph is quite enough

I’ve no need to join this race.

I believe I’m from another faith…

With brothers and sisters equal

Full of love and grace.

And, of course, I am from another time…

When to pause and do precisely nothing

Was a virtue, not a crime.


Poem: Idyll or Just Idle?

I really hate

The idle rich:

They take so much

And still they bitch!

But the idle poor

I, still more, deplore

For they blame the rich

Yet beg for more!

Perhaps there’s hope

Within the Middle Classes

If only they’d get off

Their idyll arses!!