Papering Over The Cracks

I'm papering over the cracks
And saying I'm OK
Though I never have any sex
Or 'get my end away'.

I'm drinking far too much
(My liver's in a mess) -
It's all because of you -
I thought you'd never guess.

I know that I'm not cool -
I never imagined that,
But you treat me as a fool
'Cos I am old and fat.

I long for a tender touch -
God knows it's not a sin!
I love you far too much -
Can't you see the state I'm in?

But I know the day will come
When you're living on the State,
ANOTHER SINGLE MUM.
By then it'll be too late.

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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