I discovered some jottings from a long time ago. I know it's long ago because of the font: it's one that was in use with early word processors, probably on a BBC B computer. I wonder if anyone remembers them?
Some of the lines could be re-used, I think.
I'm sad for lost causes which no one fights
for tightly drawn curtains on long winter nights
The annoyance of newly laddered tights
the birthday party when no one came
a soldier's grave that bears no name
in a hundred years it will just be the same
that makes me sad
I'm not even sure that I wrote them. Perhaps it was from a writing class I gave? Anyway, they are some raw material...