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Apr 2020
It's just you,
the known world has vanished,
abandoned cars with no one to drive,
you thought this day come you would ****** and survive,
but you didn't think it through

I don't even know how to make fresh bread,
swallowing hard all those words you once said,
does petrol not just come from the pumps,
and where will I drive now this world is in slump,
I really didn't think this through

The films all said there would be a beauty on the horizon,
to live my life and carry on surviving,
but these streets are empty and I'm feeling the cold,
for this is a story never to me told,
I need to think this badly through

What foods will carry on forever,
and what to eat now as the date says now or never,
am I really alone in the world and how long can I last,
as this really should be written down, portrayed,
by those in the futures passed

Last Days

JJB
“If you live each day as if it were your last, someday you'll be right.” - Anon

“Hold my hands; kiss my forehead, hug me and look in my eyes; maybe today is the last day you can do this.”― M.F. Moonzajer

“If today is all you have to live, what will you do?”― Lailah Gifty Akita
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
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