A desperate note to Mr Cameron…

On the boring tills each day
Monotony drives her mad
But seeing folk buying fewer things
Makes her feel so sad.

While I work at the scrapyard
It’s dirty and the hours are long
But I was never going to be a surgeon
Although I’m immensely strong.

But, between us, we’re poor with children
Nonetheless, we give to God our thanks
That relief will be there to help us
At one of your local food banks.

The number of people using food banks to feed themselves and their families has gone from 40,000 a year under Labour to over 350,000 in the last six months alone.

Well done Dave, I guess it’ll be more of the same for the foreseeable future.

©Joe Wilson – A desperate note to Mr Cameron…2015

A short note to my wife…

On such a glorious day as this
We left the aisle in wedded bliss
And through the years of joy, and pain
I’ve thought, I’d do it all again.

A journey such as we have made
Where love stands out and ill did fade
Was all I ever hoped to see
With one who’d know the real me.

©Joe Wilson – A short note to my wife…2015