The Backyard Of My Life
Last Bastion Of Hope
Knocking on deaths door
With his iron lung
Wires sticking in and out of his body
Scares on his face
Two toes missing from his feet
Black eyes and no front teeth
On probation taking medication a pile of pills
With broken bones
And third degree burns
A future of mundane moments
Waiting in the wings
No need to get excited
Nothing of value to his name
Like a rusty wheel left out in the rain
With his pockets empty
And a hole in his shoe
Unemployed with debts unpaid
With the cost of living growing higher and higher
No friends no family
Laid in a hospital bed with no fixed abode
Eating a feast fit for a dog
Killing time in purgatory
Watching the television
Clutching at a lottery ticket waiting for his luck to turn around
By Keith Hagger
