The Insurance Man

I wrote this after reading in a newspaper that a council was using broken gravestones to build walls

The Insurance Man

Each week on a bicycle the insurance man came round.
I gave a penny every week, the payout was five pound

Life was hard, so even this was difficult to find
But I nearly always found it, ‘cos in back o’ me mind

Was that when I ‘ad popped me clogs and gone off to the sky
Folk I knew could eat boiled ‘am perhaps a bit o’ pie

Enough would be left over to get some alabaster
I didn’t want my own name chipped on a bit o’ plaster

Well I got me wish, I got me stone, was ‘appy wi’ me lot,
But after nearly fifty years, I really lost the plot

When I think of all me efforts, I really feel quite sick
For after all that scrimping …..I’m just another brick.

Glenys Halliday