by Andrew Diamond | May 15, 2011 | Poetry
All that I own Will be cut to the bone When I reach my old age And I’m put in a home. And they’ll take away All my assets to pay Their exorbitant price For my keep every day. So, a sensible man, Now I’ll spend what I can And get rid of the cash That I once used to...
by Andrew Diamond | May 15, 2011 | Poetry
An entrance for boys An entrance for girls The boys with short haircuts The girls with long curls They used separate doors But they met in the middle Though went separate ways When they needed to piddle They had different clothes And they played different games In...
by Andrew Diamond | May 15, 2011 | Poetry
I looked in his grave; He lay next to Mum And then, in my head, A picture had come Of days when at school And home for my lunch. My friends all would call; A glad, noisy bunch. My parents were there And they both looked on. I thought of those days And realised they’d...
by Andrew Diamond | May 15, 2011 | Poetry
Oh why did my folk come to Britain, To this place at the end of the line, For there’s nothing here but the weather and beer In this land where the sun doesn’t shine. If they would have crossed the Atlantic And I’d have been born in the States, From the age that I am,...
by Andrew Diamond | May 15, 2011 | Poetry
This is what I’m told is wrong, We’re letting people live too long. We should shoot them all like horses When they drain us of resources. The elderly are everywhere, We can’t afford their social care And if they cannot pay to thrive What right have they to stay alive?...
