All poems on this site are copyright of Beverley Balogh
An important part of my job as a Regional Training & Catering Official with NAAFI was the welfare of Junior Club Staff.
Some of whom had never lived away from home before.
This was written after one of the many counselling sessions I conducted.
Beverley
DEAR JOHN
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I sit and write this letter
to a man who's far away
Wondering how I can tell him
I have gone astray
I know that I will lose him
when I tell him the truth
Can I blame it on to loneliness
or on to my youth
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We were first best friends
then lovers we became
My life was planned and I thought
things would stay the same
Now I know what lonely hours
combined with drink can do
Because I was weak then
now I must write to you
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The child we always wanted
will now never come to be
For this child that I carry
was not made by you and me
The words do not come easy
as I chew upon my pen
But I know I have to write this letter
and to my true love send
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JUST ONE MORE
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​To own four wheels used to be
The most important thing to me
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I've got them now for the rest of my life
Ruling out a girlfriend or wife
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It wasn't hard to achieve my aim
Just one more drink now nothing's the same
Waking up I couldn't remember a thing
Which in fact turned out to be a blessing
Even with the medical science of today
Here I will be stuck and it's here I must stay
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In my four wheeled chair remembering that
It's all my own fault and that's a true fact.
DOCTOR’s BROKEN PROMISES
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First do no harm was the promise
you once made to us
Today however it's now one that
few people trust
Because sadly gone are the days
when the country's health
Was considered more important,
than acquiring wealth
Who will end up paying
For all of your demands
the people you made the promise
to first do no harm.
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