I'm sitting here,
in my usual place,
wondering how
I'm gonna face
another day
of total disgrace
doin' nothin'.
I stare into
the space
of an untidy room.
No impetus to sort
the must do this...
move the drunk, ringed
books
and magazines,
orange peel,
tea-stained cups,
three pairs of specs
and the strangled necks
of hand cream tubes.
I grab my medication,
a valid excuse
for lack of sensation.
I'm out of the race
in case anyone asks.
Can't keep pace anymore
with domestic tasks.
Sally Plumb
Thank you for the invite Sally, so pleased you have the right idea about life. it`s for living, a great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At least you didn't put tin foil up on the windows...Oh well, maybe
Thanks for your amusing comment, James.