This is a poem about loss.
Loss of holiday,
Loss of beach,
Loss of people to see.
Backroom stares
now were back at home
teddy stares
Am I any different?
This is a poem about loss.
Loss of holiday,
Loss of beach,
Loss of people to see.
Backroom stares
now were back at home
teddy stares
Am I any different?
Material things get the better of us 