The Words Of An Idiot In Sussex.

Capital C

It's almost perfectly PC,
It does not distinguish sex,
Religion has no part to play,
Politics, it has no respect,
It sneaks into our lives,
Hits us with a blow,
No words can express our sympathy,
The gamble, will it stay, or go.
 
It matters not your favourite team,
The best meal you ever ate,
Your favourite morning song,
The perfect evening light,
Best holiday you ever had,
Most satisfying sex,
Ignores the best life can give,
It takes without respect.
 
Money has no cure,
Wealth can only abate,
The story is written,
The dice are rolled,
We view the pearly gates,
The one thing humans fear the most,
That which we can't control,
Will we ever win the race, who knows.
 
 
 
Too many of us hit by it,
It touches all our lives,
Everyone with a story,
Too many eyes have cried,
Words are little comfort,
For people living this hell,
Evil is all around us,
In every single cell.
 
It matters not your position,
Inventor, don or King,
It loves us all the same,
This microscopic thing,
Is it in what we eat,
The liquid of life we drink,
Or just our DNA,
The way we lived or think.
 
To anyone who lives it,
These words are not enough,
I hope you have the help you need
To keep you from the battle tough,
We admire your daily quest, toil and despair.
We can only sympathise, hope, pray and care,
But can any of us be prepared or even try to prepare,
Is it life just racing by, while others stop and stare.
 
P J Clark.

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