Editor: Let’s talk about it dear reader
What’s on you mind in fact
Trouble at work or at home
Give me a try, please don’t say
I could not understand
Not even close, it’s not a thing to be spoken
There’s no way out, even God can’t help
If he exists at all
Come come, perhaps there is a glimmer of hope
I won’t give you a pep talk, I can see
You’re not in the mood
To buy that BS, certainly life is a bitch
Then it gets really bad
Someday you might feel good
But it’s not in the cards on this calendar
Unless a freak accident as has occasionally happened
While waiting for that, allow me to say
I saw a woman on the six o’ clock news
Leaning against the wall of blue and peeling paint
Someone listened to her chest and cared
As she shook with a far-off gaze
No hallway bed to ease her Ebola
Truly friend I pray you both get better.
Brendan Martin,
Langley
