It is funny to think

of your back catalogue

always being rehashed and repackaged

as it is something new,

glimmering away

fiscally

like a must have bauble

on an already over tilting Christmas tree,

a decoration too many, nothing

but avarice sentiment

to keep the tills ringing.

It is funny, amusing for a while

but then the resentment kicks in

because they always

ignore your folk club days,

the sound of your true self

and not the polished ego

that adorns a million covers, already covered

by you.

Ian D. Hall 2016