Poem: New Order

A poem about what matters most as you try to get things in (a new) order

Eating sandwiches a day late,
drinking coffee a dollar short
(so literally can’t be milking it!)

I thought I’d be more sorted
than this. But, something-something
…the spice of life!

The drums in Way of Life, that
low-slung bass across Bizarre
Love Triangle, and As It is When It Was.

This is the fresh bread, the extra buck,
the way forward. All Day Long,
this music in my ears, and filling

my heart and sometimes my soul.
At least I know I have that still.
So this is Paradise.