Thursday, 22 September 2016

Survivor Poem by Roger McGough.

Survivor Poem.

Everyday,I think about dying.
About disease, starvation,
violence, terrorism, war,
the end of the world.

It helps
keep my mind off things.

It's probably because I'm a bit sour today - yesterday I went to collect a prescription and then we did the shopping a day early so we could do something today.

And now? It's grey and miserable (like me) while yesterday was quite nice.


Neil Harris
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