Poetry

Constant

Our day starts usually with work
for eight hours a day
Then home and food
before bed at the end of play
Bills for food, heating
and the like
All these rising
in enormous hikes
Politicians fight
over scraps
Ignoring us all
full belly’s they have
All this a constant
everyday
Mixed with wars
and suffering for which we pay
Will there ever be change
at all?
Will they hear our
Constant call?

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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...''

2 thoughts on “Constant”

    1. Yeah, there is that indeed. I try to escape the constants though. I get bored easily of the slave-like way we are all forced to live sadly but there’s always those worse off than yourself as my granddad used to say.

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