Living For The Day. Poem by Scott Forster

Dear dad
look at all the troubles, all the woes
the state of this world captured in the calls of the crows
hungry children dirty in the dark
loneliness a demon in the room
a thousand broken hearts
hell I know it well
the cancer is spreading
at the end of the world, I'm on my knees
begging you please dear god, find a cure for this disease
you keep telling me not to cry
it's not so easy to try
I have a well to draw on.
A city of cobbled streets, won't leave me alone
whispers to me in the night ' says why won't you come home'.
old beyond my years
caught in the drawl to the white death
Grant me one last request
a blaze of the summer sun
remind me I once was someone
a kid in a cruel crowd
screaming to be heard aloud.
It's easy to give it up to cynics
to fall forgotten into the flood
I am not one of those.
a small grain of sand, a globe in the hand.
Where did all the time go.
Nothing sums it up more than this.