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Hope Oh-Eight
There are still some copies of ‘Twelve’, Write Life’s anthology of
poetry and prose, available at £6 from the church book table.
Alternatively, pay £7.50 to be posted to your door. Contact
fiona@veitchsmith.com. All profits to go to the church building fund. And in the meantime, here's a poem...
Hope Oh-Eight
By Fiona Veitch Smith
Inflation, deflation, spreading doom
Across the nation.
It’s the credit crunch -
Gonna have to skip lunch,
Tighten your belt,
Cos its gonna be felt in
your pocket.
Don’t mock it.
It’s Hope.
Oh-Eight.
Just great.
No surprise in your eyes when you
Hear the lies,
And the mortgage dude
Demands more food,
And the petrol pump’s
Gonna give you a thump in
your pocket.
Don’t mock it.
Hope.
Oh-Eight.
Just great.
But there’s a banker in heaven
Working 24/7,
With an interest rate
Of love not hate,
And you’ve gotta keep livin’
And never stop givin’ from
your pocket.
Don’t mock it.
It’s Hope.
Oh-Eight.
He’s Great.
Stop livin’ in fear and listen
You’ll hear,
There’s a promise for us,
If you simply just trust,
When the income is shrinkin’
You’ve gotta stop thinkin’
From your pocket.
Don’t mock it.
Hope.
Oh-Eight.
It’s great.
Downsizing, compromising, there’s a whole lot
Of good prioritising,
Simply living,
Not binning,
And don’t cut back on
Your giving.
From your pocket.
Don’t mock it.
Hope.
Oh-Eight.
That’s great.