A Poem a Day into the Millennium
30 November 1999
IT COULD HAPPEN
voluntary slavery a
round any corner
thinking in a brand
new way
across any street
the sunshine so
sweet
you think you know
their name
better off when
on your own
somebody, anybody
could call your
name
and you unplug the
phone
because it's calmer
that way
everyday is a new
day
when you want it
to be
and that's where
I'll be
when I shuffle off
this mortal coil
give up on pain
and toil
parallel tracks
go as far as I can
see
- Ken Peters
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