I knew a man

I knew a man of modest means,

Content to love his wife, his teens,

Who, ever hopeful, made the best

Of years constrained by heaving chest.

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Till came the night for want of air,

His ceiling scored with ‘ward based care’,

Compelled by some he bore the cost,

His battle fought, his battle lost.

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You smug-faced crowds who gather still

With scant regard for those who’re ill,

Stay home and pray you’ll never know

That hell where all too many go

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[After Siegfried Sassoon]


To read ‘If’, click here

To read ‘patient’, click here

To read ‘crushed’, click here

To read ‘masked’, click here

To read ‘resting in pieces’, click here

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Author: Peteaird

Nothing particularly interesting to say about myself other than after 27 years working as a GP, I was delighted, at the start of December 2023, to start work as the South West Regional Representative of the Slavic Gospel Association (SGA). You can read about what they do at sga.org.uk. I am also an avid Somerset County Cricket Club supporter and a poor example of a Christian who likes to put finger to keyboard from time to time and who is foolish enough to think that someone out there might be interested enough to read what I've written. Some of these blogs have grown over time and some portions of earlier blogs reappear in slightly different forms in later blogs. I apologise for the repetition. If you are involved in a church in the southwest of England and would like to hear more of SGA’s work, do get in touch. I’d love to come and talk a little, or even a lot, about what they get up to!.

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