well my big sister died a few weeks ago, and a lot has passed through my mind
it normal times it's a week before the funeral, catholic style
in Covid 19 times, it's nearly 3 weeks from death to burial
so a lot of time for a lifetime of thoughts to pass you by
yes, if you read my play Shoplife, then Bernadette was her
I wrote it back in 1988 during the Olympics
A lot has happened since then, laughter and pain
Now I have 2 daughters on the cusp of womanhood
My Health is rubbish, I used to be as strong as an Ox,
now I just smell like one, though Ck One does make me smell better
I'm railing against Death, and really would like to marry and have
4 more kids and start a Kpop band, but no Oriental would waste
her time on me, and there are no Korean takeaways nearby
The alternative is to give into pain, and lack any hope, this
would be a mistake and death of the spirit would soon follow
so it's always best to dream of a bright new tomorrow
even if it never comes, but to dream is to have hope
or I could just tidy my soul ready for the undertaker
I chose not to, though as I check out what you are reading I see
the mentions of pain going back through the years
my voice changes tone due to the pain, and I reach for
the Movelat, or the paracetamol
I could become an opioid junkie, but then I could not write
so I bore you with these chats, and then with stories
in between boring you with an old woman's refrain
of oh my pain
and guess what which is the worse of my ills
Tinnitus, because it keeps me awake till exhaustion beckons
So now you know
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