When I think of the parts I don’t play.

The minuscule oeuvre of my writing career

I look at you and the kids and shout “hey!

My fame and fortune are bloody well HERE”

I feel the home round me, my eyes see the street

I’m sat in the middle of real happiness.

No doubts: I’ve got it, give thanks, it’s complete

And in your soft kiss is all my success. 

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