Ruth Silcock
Middle-Age: Edward and Robert
Did you think it would be like this?
Oh no, oh never so grey,
If I’d known it would be this way,
I don’t think I could have begun.
I’d hoped that it might have been fun,
But it hasn’t even been sad.
I’m neither good nor bad;
I would like, at least, to be one.
Most of the time seems dull,
I count and add and spell,
Would you call this existence hell?
But my days are fairly full
With people I know too well,
With tasks and duties and cares,
I carry the coal upstairs
And part of the day is done.
The lovely girls grow fat,
The lovely boys go thin,
Custom is all that remains
Of happy, original sin.
We are here, so we might as well stay,
But it should not have been like this,
We mind, we object, we decay,
We did not want it this way.
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