JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Today I’m not going to write about old age

not about dying nor regret

loves lost, relationships that didn’t work

and all those other subjects

that fill my ball point with remorse

 

Today I’ll write of something neutral

the price of fuel for example

 

Last month they raised it several times

to reach an all time high

it’s pensioners like me that suffer most

I’d rather die than take my car today

and as for buses, I hate their noise and

you know how they always pass you by

leave you standing waiting for

the next one that never comes

 

No, I’ll walk today and if I can’t

I’ll get someone to push my wheelchair

to the park where I’ll sit by that

polluted pond watching how this

broken hearted world slips into darkness

 

Leaving me alone with my distress

on finding that I’d left my pen at home