A love in verse

The Wager

Performed by

The best have loved the worst

Love’s no criterion

Of merit – that I am first

In your regard who’ve none

Won’t shift my zero-rating

Still I’m a lucky lad

No sign your love’s abating

And life is far from bad

And maybe when I hear you

Tell me your love goes on

I find I so revere you

The odds for change are On


"Guess What, Love"

Sometimes you don’t remember she’s gone

-You should, it’s quiet- in the rooms, outside

And it’s quiet because she’s died...

Owning the World

In terms of worldly achievement, no,

Not an impressive report to make:

Like, nothing published, whilst long ago...