Wednesday, November 27, 2019

On Falling Towards England

On the day Clive James died
I went outside
and picked some weeds
Who knew a poet could be so funny?

his youthful wild life
never stemmed the words
that flowed with ease
and a suffering family left to please

Clive was a witty man
where wit was a virtue beyond wealth
he fell towards England
yet lost the battle for his health

R.I.P Clive