Poem: The Stretch of It

Talk? Can she what! On and on and on… And all the same, jeez I’ve had a hard life, and oh ain’t life hard and what a tragedy this has been and my how difficult that was, and oh I’ll survive still, and on and on and it’s all such a load of shit. Me? I reckon I’ve had it a bit tough. But you don’t hear me moaning. No, never whinge. What’s the point? My ol…