When reclining in my chair –
as often happens –
I’m always puzzled as to what I can do
to regain my zest for life.
Being physically active is beyond me now,
but my brain still works (after a fashion!)
and challenges me how to use it
with conviction and passion!
Everything I used to believe, say or do
seems consigned to the past.
But I try to renew my hopes
and believe that all will be well.
No earthly souls in a living hell,
desperate to escape, with stories to tell
of death, famine, disruption and resistance.
For a new regime must surely come to pass,
and lift our planet to a different class of existence: that’s what I must hope for.