This complete lack of belief needn't make anyone either unhappy, anarchistic, selfish, undisciplined or uncaring: just get on with the life that we have and enjoy it for what it is.
All of which brings me to a poem that, despite what I've just written above, I've always rather liked. In the absence of anything of substance to say about Millbrook life (as life currently consists of line learning, prop collection and emailing in connection with the forthcoming production), I'm going to plonk Charles Causley's (pictured below) Ballad of the Bread Man onto the pages.
It's deceptively simple poem - some might call it doggerel with it's basic tum-te-tum-te-tum-te-tum rhythm and child-like rhyme scheme; I think it's a work of some genius with a beautifully downbeat ending that we can all recognise. What's more Causley was a Cornishman (born in Launceston where he spent most of his life) - huzzah!
Sadly, the hosting site for this blog is playing annoying whatnots and simply won't let me divide the poem into its proper 4 line stanzas; every time I lay it out correctly it publishes in several blocks of more than four lines... so the layout's a bit wonky - ah, well, it's still eminently readable...
So, make of it what you will -