Our Post Office:
No place for truth.
Raw sewage
In our lakes & seas.
Jerusalem?
Not bilded here!
Never quite
In times like these.
Time to raise our hopes
& dreams,
& our country too.
#poetry
Our water: not quite safe to drink,
Our potholes: too numerous,
Too deep to drive.
Our brave NHS
Now on its knees,
Not quite safe
From cradle to grave.
Too many look
The other way,
More conscious of
The money saved.
If wishes were fishes
We'd all go to sea,
To cast nets as wide
& as deep as can be,
Forever & ever
Into the sea
Until the last fish
Until the last wish,
Until the last fish,
Until the last wish.
#poetry#poetrycommunity
@WrittenTherapy Dearest R,
Thank you very much for all your lovely messages. I have always considered you a very good friend. I always look to your writing. I wish you happiness and success! Thanks again. Please keep in touch. Lots of love x