Here is the second of November’s non-rhyming poems. This poem also features probably the most pathetic picture I’ve ever drawn. Sorry about that.
‘Not On Me’ is about a first world problem I have experienced far too many times recently.
Not On Me
I was never one to keep score
Or a record of wrongs
As though we were incapable
Of living by grace
But need breeds thrift
And a gift is not so easily declined
A moment of serenity
The sun drips through the skylight
And trickles onto my face
Washing away the tension the wind whipped up
Cracked, the moment shatters
Broken by a voice
An innocent question
Ok Sir, a medium Belgian chocolate creamer
With whipped cream and chocolate sauce
That will be £3.20
Do you have a Costa Card?
Yes, is my reply
But not on me
And the sun is eclipsed by the moon