Wednesday, November 30

On Not Being Political

[one for the Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic week 15]

On the Issue of "Strike One for Britain"

Today the dead kept dying
Though funeral directors were at home.
Today the children kept learning
Though  there were teachers in Costa Coffee.
Today the weather kept happening
Though the forecasters had left the building.
Today people once again became ill
Though the theatres were not operating at full stretch.
Today most of the job centres were open
Though sadly few of them were offering jobs.

And today the sun shone.
And today children went to the cinema.
And today the coffee shops were full.
And today there were only twenty four more shopping days left to panic over.

[This is no political criticism...simply that life goes on...oh well maybe that there are very few jobs coming up in the job centres...I'll admit that!]


  1. what a fun one, well done.

  2. I am just grateful Gerry that I have retired from teaching and did not have to make a decision whether or not to strike - I have such mixed feelings.

  3. It is the same here, even for the highly educated. But life will continue to go whether I ever work again or not, write again or not (not likely) and the seasons all will return and leave just as everything and I mean every thing on the planet will follow that same revolution.

  4. Yes we went to the cafe!

  5. I was on strike (in the sunshine).

  6. cool.

    How is your day?

    Time flies, appreciated your handsome inputs to our poetry picnic.

    Share a random poem today.
    Bless you.
    Happy December,
    Enjoy A Wonderful Wednesday Ahead.



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