Best Poems Written by Tom Evans

Can a Mince Pie Save Me

  I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff 
 The scales are swaying uncontrollably 
 My gloom taints the horizon as I fall 
 Hang on, that's Grandma at the door with some mince pies

  How can I sway so uncontrollably when I must live for those whom live for me? 
 How can I hang my head so low when my Grandma holds her head so high through strife and defeat? 
Have a cup of tea, have a mince pie lovely seeing you, see you again,
  Plunged back into darkness, head so low again there really is no hope again. 

Copyright © Tom Evans | Year Posted 2016