Insofar as he is my friend
He is my friend
Only because I insisted on it
Fighting for everything
Fighting over everything
Eight years on and not yet exhausted
He says
Why do you have to take everything so hard?
You make
Everything so hard
And we laugh, we both believe
You must fight for your life
Be fierce
Fight tough
it’s easier with a friend
My friend
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Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer. For the first 20 years of my working life I worked as an entertainment journalist, publicist, PR consultant and in advertising and media agencies. In the second 20 years, I worked in marketing roles at non-profit organisations then retrained as a teacher, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees. Also did miserable McJobs, and a long, happy stint at an art gallery.
