LIVING WITH THE CURTAINS DRAWN

 

People ringing up, others calling round

Late night visits everybody’s underground.

                               

Negative responses to positive thought

             'I could sort it all out if I had a little snort.’

                                                                                                                                            

Go out for drink and have a little chat

Soon the conversation turns to this and that.

                               

Talking total nonsense but what’s it really matter

 A little bit of ‘this and that’ is known to make you chatter.

 

Cruising home alone in the early morn’

Everybody’s living with the curtains drawn.

 

It doesn’t know your name, or recognise your face

It makes no distinction between sex and race.

                  

There’s nothing to get up for so why go to bed  

It’s all or nothing, do or die, Ecstasy or dread.

 

Living for the moment hear the nightmare screams

Who knows where the time goes? Who cares what it means.

 

A whole generation looking pale and worn

Everybody’s living with the curtains drawn.

 

Too young to work and too cool for school

The only rule you follow is there are no rules.

 

So you take it for a change, then ‘jack’ it for some fun

But pretty soon you realise the end has just begun.

 

Just what is going on in these ever-changing times?

Children chasing dreams, crossing county lines.

                               

Far away from home in the early dawn

But everybody’s living with the curtains drawn.

 

When I was just a kid you knew someone had died

They always kept the curtains drawn, I often wondered why.

 

It’s a very strange sensation but when night turns to day

The light seems so much brighter when death’s a kiss away.

◄ WE HAD THE BEST OF IT

MY FATHERS EYES ►

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trevor homer

Thu 22nd Oct 2020 17:44


Paul, Tom, Ray, Keith, Greg and J.D,
I am incredibly grateful for your comments.

Bon, Julie and Stephen, thanks for the 'likes'. I am indebted to you.

These are dark times for a lot of people, which present difficulties for a whole generation in many ways.
'The Old Get Older And The Young Get Younger'. Strange to think that when Jim Morrison wrote that it meant change of a completely different kind.

Regards T.

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Tom

Wed 21st Oct 2020 17:25

Brilliant Trevor! Was going to pick out the same line as Greg, but so many belters here. Great work.

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raypool

Wed 21st Oct 2020 16:54

The genuine article as poems go Trevor. Bracing and engaging, the title really such a telling line. We all recognize subtleties and the not so subtle implications.

Ray

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keith jeffries

Wed 21st Oct 2020 15:48

I could keep on reading this poem over and over again. Another splendid poem Trevor.

Thanks
Keith

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Greg Freeman

Wed 21st Oct 2020 15:38

One of the best Covid poems I have read, Trevor. What a strong image, the curtains drawn. And " who cares where the time goes?" A beloved song title, trashed by the pandemic.

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J.D. Bardo

Wed 21st Oct 2020 15:34

each line had me wanting to read more. great!!

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