Long Distance I

 Your bed's got two wrong sides.
 You life's all grouse.

I let your phone-call take its dismal course:

Ah can't stand it no more, this empty house!

Carrots choke us wi'out your mam's white sauce!

Them sweets you brought me, you can have 'em back.

Ah'm diabetic now.
 Got all the facts.

(The diabetes comes hard on the track
of two coronaries and cataracts.
)

Ah've allus liked things sweet! But now ah push
food down mi throat! Ah'd sooner do wi'out.

And t'only reason now for beer 's to flush
(so t'dietician said) mi kidneys out.


When I come round, they'll be laid out, the sweets,
Lifesavers, my father's New World treats,
still in the big brown bag, and only bought
rushing through JFK as a last thought.

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