READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, April 17

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This week, we have poems from Neville Lewis and Gillian Fisher.


She may run with the hare

And hunt with the hounds,

But always remember

That ‘true love’ astounds...

She’ll make you feel blue,

But whatever you do,

Never lose hope as she knows,

The same as you too,

That no bloke made her as happy

As you used to do!

So always be true

To the ‘dream’ inside you,

And keep to the task,

Despite all the ‘nettles’

You may have to grasp,

As he who laughs longest and loudest

Is the one with the ‘last laugh’!

Close as he may be to his ‘last gasp’.



For the sake of patients’ dignity,
and warmth upon a ward,
a Sister, who felt affinity
with them, took all these thoughts on board.

“It’s silent bullying,” she said,

“Illnesses damage us enough

without bad hints that spread

about ‘medical jail’. We’ve had enough

of its washed out lemon colour. That seems

to make sick people look much worse.

Its round the back tapes are a curse,

that only taxes self-estem.

The days of Matrons aren’t quite back –

those formidable ladies would

agree the current gown’s a throwback.

Its retention can’t be understood.


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