By Ian Copestick
Sometimes, just sometimes
Life is so great.
It doesn’t happen often.
If it did, we wouldn’t
Appreciate it the same.
When the brightest
Orange sun you’ve
Ever seen, rises over
The horizon after day
After day of grey,
Overcast dullness.
When you’ve been
Arguing with your
Wife for hours and
Hours, over some
Petty nonsense. Then
You catch each other’s
Eye, and break into
Laughter.
Just a couple of
Little examples, none
Of which cost money,
But are the things that
Make being alive
Bearable. Even
Sometimes, only
Sometimes, fun.
Life is so great.
It doesn’t happen often.
If it did, we wouldn’t
Appreciate it the same.
When the brightest
Orange sun you’ve
Ever seen, rises over
The horizon after day
After day of grey,
Overcast dullness.
When you’ve been
Arguing with your
Wife for hours and
Hours, over some
Petty nonsense. Then
You catch each other’s
Eye, and break into
Laughter.
Just a couple of
Little examples, none
Of which cost money,
But are the things that
Make being alive
Bearable. Even
Sometimes, only
Sometimes, fun.
Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England. He has published over 75 poems and stories in over 15 e-zines. He’s also in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash.
