Sometime Never Poem by Roger Hudson

Sometime Never



"I know what I'll call it, " he said.
"I've tried.
That's what I'll call it. I've tried.
I. Apostrophe. Vee. Ee. Tried.
I've tried.
That's what I'll call it
When I've written it
My life story.
I. Apostrophe. Vee. Ee. Tried.
I've tried."

And satisfied at having once again
asserted his claim
to the title of a book that would never be written
this working man in a bar in a country town
who had lived through a depression childhood
service as a squaddie in a vicious war
and countless labouring jobs
downed the tail end of his pint
and called for another

Thursday, August 29, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: ireland,mute
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Almost a found poem, remembered from my early twenties in my parents' pub in Lewes, Sussex, England
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