It’s Sad

What began as two simple responses — one to the city’s hard truths, one to the fading light — has merged into a single reflection on how we move through darkness and bridge life’s rolling undertow.


The first stanza is Nancy’s, and the second is David’s.
Nancy … Asphalt Jungle – The Elephant’s Trunk 
David … We stand, or: Our bodies tilt – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 🇮🇱 


It’s Sad

It’s sad how some people can sink so low. 
It’s sad how the onlookers come and go.
It’s sad how Skid Row groans and crows. 
It’s sad how urban rainbows lose their glow, 
and drown in life’s rolling undertow 

Nearing the looming edge of night,
is there a hidden bridge
between life’s fading light
and that last, unbroken ridge?


 
And somewhere in the half‑light, we keep searching for the bridge to span life’s rolling undertow.




Ivor Steven  ©  May 2026

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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