Land of hope and anchors

‘We’ll meet again’
ah
but when will that be,
between here and eternity
which I believe is
somewhere
in Battersea
or Swansea?

We’ll all be late
because
getting out of the habit of
getting up like a rabbit
and hopping along
makes us lazy.

well
they can only shoot me
or
give me the boot,

I smoke a cheroot on the
last day of forever and whatever
comes next
cannot be as bad as
what came before.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.