Watching the TV News, it brought to mind a popular song in the 1930's, that used to be revived on the radio, 20 years later when I was a kid. 'Bobbing along on the crest of wave, with the sun out in the sky ...' How different reality is now!




bobbing

bobbing along

t'wixt here and there

on inquiet waves

tossing

turning

the flimsy craft

abandoning the weak

the old

a child

 

Turn the radio off,

please, it's spoiling

my breakfast

I know all about that migrant stuff

 

I remember the Jews back then?

we took some for sure.

we've taken too many of this lot

where are they from anyway

other peoples' wars

things are bad enough here

without them

everyone's doing their best

aren't they

 

Pass the butter, dear.

Toast's a bit on the dry side





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-01 at 19:41

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shells
A grim reality. I am fortunate where I was born. It is easy to "tune out" from it all and carry on with life.
2020-10-02


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said. For some reason, we've ceased to be generous.
2020-10-01