Poem: There Aren’t Enough Batteries Left To Power This World

A little man climbs a big ladder to

change the batteries in the week. You’ll

notice yourself – or someone

around you – feeling particularly flat

on a Sunday, usually about 3 or 4pm.

This is exactly when the batteries

are changed. The little man does

all he can to make it swift, puts

the band-aid on what’s left

of the weekend, gets the green light

full charging fo…