everything with exquisite temperance

not like those other ones there living

so largess

so innocuously impenetrable.

Who’s to say I have got this all right

alright

I don’t.

I certainly don’t

but at least I know it

and go on just the same again

every day

hoping.

seems a ruse sometimes

going on just the same again

every day

hoping

a false and painful joke played

by a hand much stronger than my own

but then

I wake again

sometimes with the deepest of sighs and sometimes

an equally deep choke.

‘stand up again’

there is nothing else to be done

there is nothing else to be done

there is so much more to be done

‘again’