Caring For a Dead Fish

When the cupboard is bare
And the cat’s had the cream,
Who cares about a dead fish?

When the house is on fire
And the birds have all flown,
Who cares about a dead fish?

When your loved ones have gone
And you’re left all alone,
Who cares about a dead fish?

When the seas have dried up
And the land is all desert,
Who cares about a dead fish?

When the Sun has gone Nova
And we’re all blown to bits,
Who cares about a dead fish?

When it’s all empty space
And there’s nothing at all,
Even a dead fish would be worth caring about.

poem by Pete Crowther
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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