Fair Play

Death, Poems 1 Minute

‘Tis fair play, I say —
So don’t worry yourself none.
Death don’t descriminate, I tell ya;
All’s welcome.
Never ya mind then,
For Father Time, he sees to it —
Keeps for all and sundry
A certain ‘pointment.
Nope, no reservations needed;
He’ll call ya when it’s time.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

 

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Published by Henry Barnard

I am a voracious reader and also enjoy writing. I often have a very different point of view than the popular one. I do see value in debate, and thought it might add to the public debate on controversial issues if I were to express my contrarian opinions. I also started keeping my poems recently (I've written little pieces my whole adult life but never kept any); and I've been a photographer now for over 25 years. So I will be adding an occasional poem and hopefully interesting photograph to the blog along the way, just to spice things up.

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