Woodchip
He picks at the woodchip
at the bottom of the stairs
Thinking: so what if I die?
Nobody cares
Was it my Christmas jumper
I went up to find?
Or, perhaps, I was looking
for the rest of my mind ?
He picks at the woodchip
at the bottom of the stairs
Thinking, so what if I die?
Nobody cares
My carer is due!
…Or has she just been?
I can't quite remember
when last she was seen
He picks at the woodchip
at the bottom of the stairs
Thinking, so what if I die?
Nobody cares
She's got a nice file…
I think I mean smile
She's so merry flushed…
I think I mean rushed!
He picks at the woodchip
at the bottom of the stairs
Thinking, so what if I die?
Nobody cares
My netface! Neckchase! Necklace!
With a button to press!
He taps at his chest
But, there, it no longer rests
He picks at the woodchip
at the bottom of the stairs
Thinking, so what if I die?
Nobody cares
Tap, tap, tap tap. Code Morse!
He thinks back to being a kid
And secret codes used
To reveal where they hid!
There's no woodchip left to pick
at the bottom of the stairs
As he remembers the kid
And the people who once cared
But, the people are now leaving
They slowly walk away
As night time comes too early
On a bright, fresh winter's day
Tap, tap, tap, ta…
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Stephen Atkinson
Mon 12th Dec 2022 22:26
Thank you Uilleam, & I think you may be right. When I was growing up I called every neighbour Aunty! And we all helped each other. Changing times.
And, Thank you John! Nice to see you're back as well with some of your mind bending & brilliant poetry! I think I was on the up for about a day, now I'm back down lol. But thank you for buying my book, it's very much appreciated. I keep changing the format & grammer slightly, maybe one day i'll get it right 😅 Thanks again 🌈