Passion Dot Com

Passion.com Spencer was pretty much down and out and just holding onto The rewards of a life serving country and oath to the Queen If not for eyesight diminished when a bombshell shredded his face He could have seen Buckingham Palace and the benefits of glory Actually he stayed up and in because he lived on the 25th floor Confined to modernity and loneliness and wasn’t asking for much A few tins of soup left on the shelves and some mouldy coarse rice Precious tuna which he kept for the cat licking his festering wounds He had not showered for weeks his deodorant was eau de poverty He reeked of urine like the lift he could not access for lack of his legs The social worker popped in once a month a sweet overworked girl But they had suspended his benefits because he missed his appointment The food bank was far and thus the system failed him once more A kind neighbour left a few scraps on his threshold and checked Every now and so often whether he was still living or gratefully dead The Victoria Cross dangled around a Jesus statuettes’ loin cloth Spencer lost his wife when she died by a bullet only rubber they said A mere bystander in the Tottenham riots what did Grannie do on the streets If not scavenging for thrown away food to feed Spencer herself and the cat Son died in Iraq and daughter in prison for lifting candy and a rub on tattoo His neighbour came to the rescue again and gave him an ancient computer ‘You can log in with my internet from next door because sharing is caring’ The website passion.com has become his window to connect to the world That is when she drops him a coin for the electricity meter in compassion 25th June 2019