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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Monday, 3 April 2023

You young lads ...

You young lads with bright faces

and quick, sudden movements,

you don’t even see this old lady

walking with a stick, much less realise

how startling you are to her, darting

so close and so unexpectedly —

not doing anything wrong, just unaware

that some of us can’t move anywhere

near as fast as you, to get out of the way,

and have become fearful of falling.

 

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