Floating

A Poem by Andrew John

Freeverse

Jenny, they say,
will face a tragedy.
Is it not something always
predicted this way?

Will it be Jenny?
Or Pete or Paul?
We glance every day among
those tabloid papers - so many.

We read headlines, blink,
then another front page;
or see this or that on TV.
Yes, we tut-tut.

We always go
this self-same way.
You reach an advanced age.
So so.

Ah yes,
so so.

(written Sep 2022; posted Jan 2023)