Brexit Sonnet No. 53 – ‘I remain yours sincerely’

Please direct me forthwith to a darkened quietened room,
I am old and need to reboot and rethink my paths.
One bordered isle is set on road to doom,
And I should not resist what Brexit asks?
I should drop my care for that fair isle,
Forget the years of desperate sorrow sown.
And be pleased to place its distressing needs awhile,
Beneath an exit from our peaceful home?
I should in fact pay any wicked price.
Tariff jobs out and pickers keep away,
Accept a vote played out with loaded dice.
Any price we must for Brexit pay?
So dip into your shrunken wallet if you will,
I won’t, I remain yours sincerely, still.

©Keith Murphy