Daddy Long Legs

By ralph

Mon, 01 Jan 2024
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Daddy Long Legs

There was a singular man
who walked tall around our

Basildon town in an open
necked shirt, a comb in his

top left pocket. Shiny shoes.

The boys didn’t like him —
called him a ‘greasy spick’.

One autumn night I heard 
him play Coltrane in the park. 

That’s when the path was lit. 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by D G Moody on

For me an excellent poem Ralph. I liked the how it led to the final line, a case of less can be far more. 

Dougie Moody