This poem was written on 28 September 1984
Waking, sleeping ,
Laughing, weeping
But not yours to experience.
Almost believing
The self-deceiving
And the tricks of the mind.
The joys and the glories,
The funny stories
You tell about someone else.
The pain and the sorrow
And the fear of tomorrow
You leave them to bear.
It’s your life (so you think)
Away from the bench or the sink
You have not gone to achieve for yourself.
Your pride you do not want to hurt
And you do not want the dirt
From those who laugh at you.
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