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Caretakers
How many memories, does one have left when the
pickpockets are turned loose and the silence echoes
the sounds of the Lionel trains and Mr. BoJangles?
Now worn-out shoes have come back to haunt me,
and my sister's Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
somewhere in the attic above. But the lunacy of it all
is that no one cares until the pickpocket steals their
smartphones and Big Mac...and then the caretaker
dance is their own shadow growing old.
pickpockets are turned loose and the silence echoes
the sounds of the Lionel trains and Mr. BoJangles?
Now worn-out shoes have come back to haunt me,
and my sister's Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
somewhere in the attic above. But the lunacy of it all
is that no one cares until the pickpocket steals their
smartphones and Big Mac...and then the caretaker
dance is their own shadow growing old.
Published 16th Nov 2023
Author's Note
Do you listen to your elders?
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