We once were six
But now are two
Do the four out there
Ever think of you
Do they visit
Do they call
Or should socialservices
Do it all
Do they not know
The brief word in thesupermarket queue
May be the onlyinteraction
In the day for you
They may be far flung
Or local, busy daythrough
But could pay attention
Just for ten minutes toyou
Their turn will come
As they grow old
When a visit or call
Will turn day fromashen to gold
YOU ARE READING
Observations of an Urban Poet
PuisiObservations from Gritty the Urban Poet who could be any of us anywhere in any urban centre.
