Been away for a while
Left behind letters and bulging files
In for a shock when she got back
The postman left her a nasty sack
What! How can this be?
How did this happen when by the sea
Has she had squatters staying the night?
Because those letters gave her a fright
One bill isn’t right
For she’s been away for many nights
Yet it’s more than when she is in
To hell with it, thrown in the bin!
Shocked she is in more ways than one
She’s better of living by the warm sun
As prices soar to new heights
On other countries she now has her sights
Her own country rips her off
It’s no wonder everyone is lost
How can people be expected to survive
When governments let bills forever rise
How do the old and the low paid manage
on this ever-growing crowded planet
No money to help the needy
Only for those on high, the ever greedy
Always the same
Nothing changes
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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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