What’s Your Value?

What’s Your Value?

Cast your mind back to a time not that many months ago.

When we were confined to our houses and had nowhere to go.

Did you notice at that time there was an interesting shift.

It wasn’t the actors, singers and footballers that we missed.

It was the health service workers who helped keep us alive.

It was scientists working tirelessly for a way for us to survive.

We went outside and clapped for them, they were hero’s one and all. 

We were proud if we knew a doctor, nurse or carer always on call.

They risked their lives to save others, at a time we lived in fear.

We were petrified and just wanted to keep our loved ones near.

They looked like aliens behind all their gowns and masks.

They carried out their duties, a list of endless tasks.

And the footballers could do nothing but think outside the box.

As their careers were taken and smashed on the covid ridden rocks.

The public outcry was loud, the health service was our saviour.

Families were in turmoil and some shed many a tear. 

The world suddenly turned human value completely on its head.

Crying out that these people were worth so much, so we should pay them more instead.

Yes we missed our arts and the creators but they couldn’t save  a life. 

Footballers “worth millions” couldn’t spare families from this strife.

How quickly we’ve forgotten what those people all went through.

So much heartache and despair, at the time we wished it wasn’t true.

I will never comprehend how some jobs hold such high value.

Surely as society we can do things better than we do? 

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J C Hicks copyright ©️ 6/2/23

The Earth Has Quaked 😢🙏

The Earth Has Quaked 😢🙏

How can we look in the mirror,

And think that we need more.

When people across the globe 

Have had their homes flattened to the floor. 

They didn’t see it coming, didn’t stand a chance.

Buildings no longer standing in the worst circumstance.

People in their beds, now lie in concrete tombs.

These places that were once their safe living rooms. 

Nature at its worst, we really cannot fathom.

Whole towns disappear into the earth’s chasm. 

Thousands lost their lives in a moment of horror.

Now death and destruction on every street corner. 

So when you think you’d just like a bit more.

Be grateful that you live safely behind your own front door. 

Let’s spare a thought and pray for those suffering today. 

Guide them through this time as we look on in dismay.

J C Hicks copyright ©️ 6-2-23

Tomorrow Without You

Tomorrow Without You

I wish I had a superpower, anything would do.

So long as my super power meant I could save you. 

I never knew you were hurting and in so much pain.

That your worries were drowning you like never ceasing rain.

I didn’t read the signs that were so clearly there.

I hate the fact that you may think I didn’t really care.

I can’t imagine what each hour was like, day to day.

I feel so angry that there are things we can never say.

I will never understand what drove you to those lengths.

I wish I could have helped you increase your inner strength.

I wish I was like superman and I’d have taken to the skies.

Turning the world backwards as round the earth I’d fly.

I’d give anything to go back in time and hold you in my arms.

If you’d let me in I could have helped you through the storms.

I have a pain in my chest like nothing I’ve ever felt.

It tightens around my neck, gripping tightly like a belt.

At times I’m filled with anger at the decision that you took.

If only I’d realised that your life wasn’t an open book.

I thought that I knew you and you’d always be right there.

Now I’m left with a gaping hole and feeling such despair.

I wish I had a superpower, anything would do.

If only it meant I could spend one more day with you.

And help ease the pain that you were wading through.

Now I’m left with facing all the tomorrows without you. 

J C Hicks copyright ©️ 6/2/23