Kate Doody

From wordsmith to blacksmith and back again

Poems

RESPONSIBILITY

Because of the job…
because of the job…
because of the job
I can’t afford
to be caught drink driving
so I stay in.

Because of the job…
because of the job…
because of the job
I can’t afford
to be found wanting
so I don’t sin.

But where is the life I had?
And where are the joys I had?

And is this all that’s left?
Am I now caught
in this cruel
cleft stick
that picks me up
and clamps me tight
with no fight left?

I…
think…
not!

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