Cold Comfort, a poem written by Ian Fletcher at

Cold Comfort

Cold Comfort

written by: Ian Fletcher


Just consider all
you have done
and the full life
that you have led
are his would be
words of wisdom.

Ah, the have done,
and the have led
are the very point
for little good this
will bring to me
when I am dead,
I think to myself
but leave unsaid.

Your family with
those lovely kids
and loyal wife
should give you
joy, not sadness,
so you have much
to be thankful for,
he insists once more.

Yet still, I persist
in pondering what
this will all mean
when I cease to exist.

My demise indeed
might even be thus
deemed no bad thing
for then everyone
can duly celebrate
my laudable life
or if so inclined
imagine me to be
in some paradise.

Oh, thanks a lot
dear friend, I say,
I feel better now,
though I am glad
only in sending
this well-meaning
fool upon his way.

Ian Fletcher

Ian Fletcher

Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in Duane’s PoeTree, Tuck Magazine, Best Poetry, The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Spillwords Press, Dead Snakes, Your One Phone Call, Schlock! Webzine,, Literary Yard, Indian Periodical, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, The Drabble, and in various anthologies.
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