Thirty thousand is the price to pay Lives worth less than money Less than "freedom" Less than convenience But who will they be? Will it be me Will it be you Will it be someone we love Will it be someone unknown whose loss precludes a life bringing change and wonder Are our lives less … Continue reading Will it be you?
It was national poetry day yesterday so I wrote this at 10pm. Sitting waiting for the washer to finish it's final spinSo I can move things to the drierOr the kids won't have clean jumpers tomorrowAnd I can go to bed. That's a poem right? Close enough.