Here Today... (Poetry)
23rd March 2015
I though I’d cracked it —
made the grade —
I’d won the competition.
How soon those grand illusions fade —
fall prey to cold suspicion
that nothing’s really changed as such.
No different had I lost
for winners rarely question much
what fifteen minutes cost.
made the grade —
I’d won the competition.
How soon those grand illusions fade —
fall prey to cold suspicion
that nothing’s really changed as such.
No different had I lost
for winners rarely question much
what fifteen minutes cost.