Let's Start Again?
By Silver Spun Sand
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No – this isn’t a poem;
it’s a cup of cold coffee...
yours truly, chilling out
after spending the day
convincing him he’s far
better off in a home, rather
than living with me; all that
specialist equipment...
It’s nice – where he is...
that he’ll soon settle in;
it’s merely a blip – a slight
shortage of staff. God knows,
they mean well; don’t they?
And it’s really no big deal
to be left dying of thirst...
to be ignored for an hour
in need of a commode...
It’s this shitty cafe – a kid’s
snotty nose at the opposite table –
another – slinging fries
on the floor, splurging them
with her Nikes, then yelling
for a milkshake while her mum
makes love to a mobile phone...
it’s a soggy, Hawaiian pizza;
it’s his words ringing in my ears,
“Let’s start again? I’ll try harder,
next time, I promise.” It’s anything
but a poem, but if it’s metaphors
you’re after, what better one...
for a life that’s as good
as it gets.
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This sure is a powerful,
barryj1
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Wow! Tina, you certainly
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You always seem to pull me
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This one pulled at my
k.
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hard hitting where we are
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new Silver-Spun-Sand Yes,
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Hi Tina. A bit late with a
Helvigo Jenkins
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