Five OClock Shadow
This is the time of day when we in the Men's
Think "one more surge of the pain and I give up the fight."When he who struggles for breath can struggle less strongly:
This is the time of day which is worse than night.
A haze of thunder hangs on the hospital rose-beds,
A doctors' foursome out on the links is played,
Safe in her sitting-room Sister is putting her feet up:
This is the time of day when we feel betrayed.
Below the windows, loads of loving
Rev in the car park, changing gear at the bend,
Making for home and a nice big tea and the telly:"Well, we've done what we can.
It can't be long till the end."This is the time of day when the weight of
Is harder to bear than a sharp incision of steel.
The endless anonymous croak of a cheap
Intensifies the lonely terror I feel.
Sir John Betjeman
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