Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Here is sad poem I wrote last night called How Much Love. It was remarkably inspired by Val Doonican singing Blowin' in the Wind on the Rolf Harris Show, recently repeated on BBC4. I've managed to write something even more desolate than Dylan. Now, calm your mind. Lower your mood. Blink. Deep breath. Now let us begin.

How Much Love

How much love,
would it take,
for me to get out of bed.

I wonder how much fun,
I need.

I wonder how much sun I could see,
if I really cared to raise my head,
when I want to die here now, instead.

How much expectation
of a golden new beginning.

How much purpose
could I find, if sought.

How much love,
would it take,
to get out of bed.

How much money,
if love could be bought.

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