by Andrew Diamond | Nov 28, 2009 | Poetry
I’m unemployed and unimpressed, It isn’t worth me getting dressed. Nobody wants to pay a wage To someone who has reached my age. Yet I apply for lots of jobs To satisfy the Nation’s Nobs That I am doing all I can To try to be a working man. They send me out on restart...
by Andrew Diamond | Nov 28, 2009 | Poetry
Standing together Shoulder to shoulder, Year after year, Older and older. Marching along To the tune of a song And the thoughts in my head Are of those who are dead. And those who were there Are fewer and fewer. But the line is as long With the newer and newer. As...
