Just once he’d like
things to go right
He’s not greedy
He just wants foresight
To be able to see
the problems that come
To be able to live
under a happier sun
He just wants
a life
Where he can live
and not have to hide
But at the moment
it’s work then home
A few hours sleep
Then starts again with a groan
Not enough money
to play with
Bills all paid for
Not enough to live
Eight days a week
someone once sang
Forced by politicians
On their words we hang
So the struggle goes
On everyday
Working all hours
for low pay
Making ends meet is
hard to do
Those politicians
don’t have a clue
Prices soar everyday
As we fight for food
on our plates
This our country’s mood
How do they expect
people to live
Pricing our lives
with nowt to give
Oh for Robin Hood
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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