They both thought what they had was called love,
but really it was just companionship with kisses.
Being human is not being able to draw water without
enquiring after the thirst of the person beside to you.
Time doesn’t flow like sand, it is like slices of bread,
the clunk of the second hand perhaps the knife.
If evil is a product of nature and nurture, which
is greater, as both require a different response.
We all live under the same sun, yet mine
doesn’t bake the land dry and cause draught.
Old men send young men to war. Yet they
were young once, and at 18 nobody listens
to their dad any more.
In politics, the further left and right you go
the differences blur until it’s a case of whether
you think you look better in red or black.
Little Johnny was troubled that Jesus had
died for his sins. It seemed a tad unnecessary
for hiding grans spex and not eating his lunch.
‘If God had meant us to fly, he would’ve given
us wings.’ Perhaps he knew we’d get in the way
of all the aircraft.
A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush. Indeed,
and one in a cage is worthless, not to mention cruel.
The Doctors ‘drop-in and be seen in an hour’ appointment system
is a giant Petri dish. You leave sicker than when you arrived.
I just smiled at the nurse as he told me I had to keep perfectly still
during the scan, and said to him quietly, ‘ You do know I’ve got Parkinson’s?’
These days the phrase ‘ It could be worse’ has fallen into disuse.
The occasions when it could be applied sadly becoming fewer.
The Dr’s receptionist proudly stated that they treat everyone the same, clearly oblivious of the term ‘triage’.
It confused me when dad said she was crying
because she was happy. What if mum was sad?
He said, ‘that Ferrari, mansion and helicopter
are all mine!’ there was an awkward pause so I
patted his shoulder and said “well done!”