Obstacle Course Poem by Paula Puddephatt

Every day is an obstacle course

For me to try - but fail - to navigate.

I'm weighed down by my feelings of remorse.

No-one's expecting to negotiate



Or budge an inch. They want it all their way.

To me, that is unfair. I say as much,

Which does not go down well. I will not play

Their games, though. I don't know why there is such



An emphasis on who is right or wrong.

We've lost the grey tones in the black-and-white.

They'll hear the instruments, but miss the song.

The lyrics matter, too: Let's get that right.



Another cup of tea would go down well.

I'm still that school kid, waiting for the bell.