Sleep well tonight
With your burning
Log fire
Scurrying and searching,
For that 12 year old wine
A steaming shower
Cooled with luxury cosmetics,
Burning your botox lips
Sleep well tonight,
Holding on to those
Curled up in fresh satin sheets
And what troubles you?
You don’t want the poor
Living in a block of flats next door.
Well, now you don’t have to worry about that anymore
Thank You Karen for your lovely comment, the poem was heartfelt , thanks
Beautifully crafted.
Thank you Colin and Keith for taking the time for your interesting comments , which i can understand and agree somewhat . But it remains that those who live comfortably , see little of and wish to hear little about those struggling on their doorstep
<Deleted User> (13762)
Sun 18th Jun 2017 12:44
ooh David, I think some of the more wealthy K&C residents came out to support the victims of this tragedy. We can't lay the blame entirely on their doorsteps - there is nothing wrong with earning money and buying nice things and living in nice houses or living next door to the poor.
What's wrong is the system which forces the poor into substandard accommodation and the corrupt, corner cutting, money pinching politicians and corporations that feed off their vulnerability. I'm not sure it's necessarily the fault of the wealthy K&C residents but I understand the point you are making.
I can't agree with the last verse, it's too harsh and makes a sweeping generalisation. But as Keith said, a good deal to ponder.
With respect,
Colin
Hello David, Thank you for this very poignant poem which speaks more in what remains unsaid which in turn provokes a good deal of thought. Thank you again. Keith
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Philip Stevens
Wed 18th Oct 2017 23:49
the whole feel of the piece is wrong...