So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives

Until between the clouds, we can see me and you

Drinking in the bar one minute

Then outside Tesco

Mouths ajar

 

So many are breaking up inside

Falling from the skies,

Of comfortable lives

 

Passing the credit cards

Trying to grasp Universal Credit

Fingertips touching their children

On the way down

Landing with crash

At their door

Now repossessed

With someone else inside

 

So many are slipping through the cracks

Of this freezing land

Perishing in doorways

No hope insight

Except

Your hand

 

© David R Mellor 2017