Between Night And Day Poem by Neil Crawford

Insomnia renders all dawns dull,
commonplace and worry full.

Dread's onrush in the day's first minutes
here comes the world and 'all things in it'.

Once again vain effort's made to silence
the powerless tirade

I swear at the radio's ghastly news
the programme's guests and their paltry views.

Haven't I heard this all before,
the earthquake, the economy, crime, the war? .

What's to be done with all this knowledge?
I muse over my bowl of porridge.

Sod it all for a game of soldiers
they should find some broader shoulders

Mine are too narrow for the whole world's woes,
my brow does not need any new furrows,

As eye and mouth begin to twitch
i save myself with the on'off switch,

My daily duty thus performed,
I preserve the right to be uninformed.