• Martin Wardley

Cruel cliche

He tries to make ends meet

He tries to salvage pride

He tries to stay afloat

He tries to stay alive

He wears another layer

He eats what he can get

He makes do and he mends

He’s way beyond upset

He drinks if and when he can

He smokes the cheapest smokes

He eats the out-of-date

He’s just another bloke

He has no time for politics

He has no time for fancy

He has no time for poetry

He simply has no time

He dances in the past

He sees a loved ones smile

He wishes to go back

But all had been denied

So he grinds through every motion

He moves from day to day

He waits for death to take him

His final cruel cliche

4th May 2022

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