Railway - a true memory poem
By Ray Schaufeld
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Esme picks up rubbish
Bin after black plastic bag
Shedloads pf rubbish.
Old rubbish
bottles glass, plastic crisp bags
Piles of the stuff
She bags it up.
' Baggsy a job!'
Im so damn bored with cleaning the Savoy
Cinema in Exmouth
I apply sucessfully for support work
Night shift
Im am now Esme's support worker
I work for Rethink Mental Illness
In Exeter
It used to be called
The National Schitzophenia Fellowship
Self help
with support
They changhed the label
after they Put out the Advert
Schizophenia - A National Emergency
Anyhow here I go
Following after young Esme
Like Momma Goose
I say to her
'Now Esme
You don't have to do this
Do you'
(By the way did I tell you this was all ar Exeter Central Train Station)
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How did you get on?
How did you get on? Challenging, sometimes feel can help, sometimes feel helpless but caring, I suppose? Trying to be real friend, ayway, I guess. Rhiannon
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You will have given some of
You will have given some of the foundation for that! You must be very good at support work, I think
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we bin stuff and we bin the
we bin stuff and we bin the people that bin stuff. tough, but true.
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