THE END OF LIFE



The end of life comes oft in ‘Scray
To street folk living out of doors,
To unemployed and pensioners
To invalids, and all the poor.

The end of life if oft relief
To those whose final hope has flown,
And in the place of hope, there is
An agony of life that’s grown.

The end of life comes far too soon
For people who are out of luck;
Street folk in the dead of winter
Those whose life has come unstuck.

The end of life is ‘pproaching fast
For those with nowhere warm to hide,
The street folk living rough in ‘Scray
Whose only dream is to live inside.

The end of life is bless’d relief
For those who have no urge to live,
Those from whom life only takes
And never finds the time to give.

The end of life comes way too soon
For people in the west of town,
Where no-one ever moves into
Instead, we say we’re moving down.

The end of life may be a relief
For people living in Melbourne’s West,
For after life’s endless struggles
Death seems like a welcome rest.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

About this poem

About life in Melbourne's west and the failure of laissez faire fascism.

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Written on July 26, 2008

Submitted by PHIL_ROBERTS on August 21, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AXXA BCXC DEAE XFAF BXXX DGXG BHXH XXX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,013
Words 198
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3

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