Pondering Poem by Brian Stafford

Pondering



He sits down by the cosy fireplace,
With a copy of the daily propaganda,
And the same old expression,
On a browbeaten face,
And a well sugared coffee,
In the same old mug,
He ponders and he wonders,
Have things ever been so bad,
Or is everyone and the world,
Just going raving mad.


© 2012
Brian J Stafford

Monday, January 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: thought
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Brian Stafford

Brian Stafford

Manchester, England
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