A transit van drive past, and
The name on the side is an
Old mate from school So now
They've got their own business
A plumber, a brickie, or even
A sparky. I'm pleased that
They are doing alright for
Themselves. I sometimes
Wonder what they think of
Me, and what I've achieved
Since our paths last crossed.
They probably think " What a
Fucking loser. At school he
Was supposed to be the one
With the brains ! So he used to
Come top in the exams, what
Good has it done him ? A
Drunk and a druggie that's
All he is."
I suppose that if I could be
Bothered, I'd cast back a
Rejoinder. That not everything
Can be measured in pounds
And pence That some people
Consider me a powerful poet,
And a short story writer of
Some potential, but I know
They wouldn't understand.
I appreciate their successes,
They never will mine. And
That, sadly is how this poem
Ends
About Ian Copestick:
Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer who has put out 70 poems and 5 short stories in 15 e-zines. He has also been in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror, Sleaze, Trash.
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