Never A StatisticA Poem by Chris ShawIn loving memory of Stuart Beattie Cullen, my brotherin-law husband to Wendy, father to Jamie and Iain 22.11.53 - 17.1.2021
no more winters
no more summers no trumpet fanfare nor mourning drummers . stand pay attention to each nation's numbers those who have succumbed those who are encumbered . another notch on a bully belt nicked by a fat covid snatcher . we are rocked though we don't roll we are empty of heart and soul we are numbed by the speed by sheer greed of a callous taker a shaker of spirits . whose parched thirst is unslaked whose belly remains unfilled who cares not of lives taken nor of tears in sadness spilled . our loved one is yesterday where memories live grief is for today grief is lost tomorrows . while pain a price paid for loving leaves a deluge of rain . splattered drop sorrows on stain red cheeks from hollow eyes
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30 Reviews Added on January 19, 2021 Last Updated on January 19, 2021 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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