My Pay Day
There are days when it all comes back to you
With interest. All of those awful, dull, no money days
When you walked the streets with an empty stomach
Praying for something, anything to happen
To lift you up from the morass of your life
Then years later, on days like today you find
Out there was a purpose and reason to it
All of the poems you wrote to stop yourself from
Going insane are now appreciated and
Not worthless after all. It just takes a while
In my case, 20 years to realise it.
©Ian Lewis Copestick all rights reserved
Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46-year-old writer from Stoke on Trent England. Although he started writing poetry in 2001, he only started sending them out for publication 8 months ago. In this time he has had over 100 poems and 5 short stories published. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night is OUT NOW, published by Cajun Mutt Press.