Normal

'Oh yes,' I said, 'I'm getting back to normal.

Up at the usual time and off to work;

More than enough to keep me out of trouble;

Concentrate the mind, no time to shirk.'

And so I try to still the guilty wheel

Returning me each day to the point where,

Six months ago, normal used to mean

Just what it said, and he was there

In his usual place before the tele

Sounding off at all the goings on

At the Oxfam shop or in the papers

Setting the world to rights.  Oh how I long

           To sit in boredom listening to his voice

           But 'normal' now, I do not have a choice.

Brian Hick July 09

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