(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

I Say With Fingers Crossed

Woke up this morning,
didn’t seize the moment well,
defeat was every corner,
whichever way I took.

It started with a blood test;
you know the type
where you have to starve yourself
for twelve hours.

The one where they can test
your cholesterol.
It wasn’t until I got there I found
there was two test you can have.

One you can’t eat anything
and with the other one you can
I was down for the latter
and I didn’t know.

I starved myself
only to find I didn’t need to.
Then I changed my Internet Supplier
and had problems one after the other.

The day was beginning
to look like another total disaster.
The more I tried,
the worse it got.

Eventually after a lot of trial and error
and almost pulling out my hair.
The problems resolved themselves
when it was time to go to bed.

Tomorrow can only get better,
I say with fingers crossed.

12 March 2008

by David Harris

Comments (1)

Sounds like yesterday for me... Andy 10