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writer and poet

Wheel of fortune

Greg Judkins
Aug 21, 2021
1 min read

Updated: Nov 10, 2022

When you go with a list of four problems

but the doctor has time for just two,

when you’ve scraped up his fee since last pay day

and there’s scarcely enough left for food,

how does it feel to be bound to a wheel

in a life as surreal as a circus?

When the bruise on your face is less painful

than the shame of which you can’t speak,

when the doctor just offers you Panadol,

then asks you if you still smoke,

how does it feel to be bound to a wheel

in a life as surreal as a circus?

When you wanted to talk of depression

but the kids scream and fight in the corner,

when the din makes it hard to be heard

so you mention instead your sore shoulder,

how does it feel to be bound to a wheel

in a life as surreal as a circus?

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