Finally Friday came around, the day I get my pension.

I was held in suspension.

Not a penny in my pocket nor yet a cent.

Bills to pay, not Heaven-sent.

Light and heat and communication.

Lifeblood of a nation.

Food and drink are not forgotten, buy them cheap.

Each week.

Cost of living, cost of loving, cost of smoking, cost of dying.

Hearing lying.

Oh well it came around again, I have money until when?

I sit at home, a broken pen, I write some words, and then, and then … …

Tich Ennis

2nd December, 2016


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