reeked of news

lying in bed thinking

best thing in the world

thinking about now

& the then

I had four addresses one year

about average for the times

& mail was a rarity

every now & occasional

I’d get a letter from the old folk

telling me who’d died

who was living & where

& I knew better than

check the envelope for money

because there never was

any my way going spare

they had long given up on me

the watering & feeding

was long gone some

much as I’d given up hope

expecting love consideration

I was living in a different country

making my way to a new home

my own man my own trail

& the letters while holding no money

reeked of news of wanting my fail

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