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re would the money go? The possessions, the furniture, the dreams?</p><p id="7be5">We are all dying.</p><p id="0b59">Some help us along.</p><p id="913a">A poem published by <i>Queensland Pride</i> in its June 1992 poetry issue.</p><p id="bfa5">One of two poems the publication printed that I wrote, this one was written specifically to address the AIDs epidemic that was still misunderstood and being used as a sickening device of hatred by homophobes.</p><p id="0e4e">In a surprise twist of the poem’s life, five years after being published it was used by an actor as an audition piece for a play I was directing. They had no idea I was the author, it was a poem their English teacher had them study.</p><p id="06dd">Naturally I was both flattered and stunned that it lived on.</p><p id="e0e6">Now it can live on digitally.</p><h1 id="cec8">About The Author</h1><p id="28a2"><b>Stephen Scott.</b> Writer of Words. <a href="https://www.yetanother.co/">Yet Another Creative</a>. Many names, some printable in decent company. He’s been plying his trade in copywriting and creative management since, well, before you were born (if you were born in the 90’s).

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David saw where he was going planned, but flexible was his life. All things had a purpose. Not all of them good.

Life went on. He did what he had to do.

“I have to leave something for my children,” said the childless, wifeless man. It deceived his folks.

The end was bitter, not just the pain in his body, but his heart, his soul.

Deserted by his family: did they care?

His old school friends horrified and gossipy.

Slanderous remarks from workmates, his pals.

Then his lover left. He was planning to sue. He too was dying.

Why sue? Where would the money go? The possessions, the furniture, the dreams?

We are all dying.

Some help us along.

A poem published by Queensland Pride in its June 1992 poetry issue.

One of two poems the publication printed that I wrote, this one was written specifically to address the AIDs epidemic that was still misunderstood and being used as a sickening device of hatred by homophobes.

In a surprise twist of the poem’s life, five years after being published it was used by an actor as an audition piece for a play I was directing. They had no idea I was the author, it was a poem their English teacher had them study.

Naturally I was both flattered and stunned that it lived on.

Now it can live on digitally.

About The Author

Stephen Scott. Writer of Words. Yet Another Creative. Many names, some printable in decent company. He’s been plying his trade in copywriting and creative management since, well, before you were born (if you were born in the 90’s). Yes, he’s obviously a Star Wars fan. Connect with him on Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn and Instagram.

Don't want to miss a thing? Be like Aerosmith.

It me, Stephen Scott: Writer of Words. This be my weekly round-up. You know the spiel: I'm just a simple man, trying to…

stephenscott.substack.com

#500Race