Spare a thought for those who buck the trend,
and stick grimly on seven or less;
and those whose sadness is rooted so deep
that their dreams happen only in their sleep;
and then there are those who chanced to be out
the day the man called with his clipboard,
who might or might not have been happy that day,
depending on the weather and their luck.
And, when you switch on your TV and the newsman says
that the Queen's Jubilee made us happier,
that watching the Olympics cheered our hearts,
and that our Government wants us to smile,
spare a thought for those on the minimum wage
who teeter daily on the brink of disaster
and those who depend on our collective ruth
for their security, their comfort, their peace.
© Abigail Wyatt
Happiness index shows 'small improvement'.
Abigail Wyatt lives near Redruth in Cornwall. She writes poetry and short fiction in the passionate but probably deluded belief that it matters.
Abigail Wyatt lives near Redruth in Cornwall. She writes poetry and short fiction in the passionate but probably deluded belief that it matters.
