No-one Was A Winner
Crying when you entered
Crying when you die
People shocked, they questioned
Why so early? Why?
People didn't reach out
Too wrapped up with their life
To notice you in trouble
To notice you in strife
The scourge of heroin took you
Others 'round were blind
Too wrapped up in their selfishness
To reach out, and be kind
So no-one was a winner
You cried "I'm here!" at birth
But all around cried at your death
'Cause no-one cared your worth
Don Matthews. May 22. 2019
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Wed 22nd May 2019 18:21
"People didn't reach out
too wrapped up with their life"
There are other 'key' lines, but for me, these stand out.
There is an uncomfortable truth to this poem.
Little courtesies and thoughtful acts add up to a much kinder world but rudness seems to be fashionable ow
Dorothy