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Alone

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Some upright
Others lolling
On their sides
A few slid down
Sitting on their spines
Some with open eyes
Others closed
But most unseeing
In their world
Of imagining
Of remembering
In their minds
Like moving pictures
Behind the blinds
I quashed my guilt
For failing them
Not paying them
The kindness of a call
Not popping in
However briefly
Assuring them
They are not forgotten
Not alone

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©Denise G Allen, 25 January 2014 07:26


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Another Day

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Another day in the ‘home’

Sandwiched ‘tween two people needing care:

Insulting, abusive, offensive –

If only they were aware…

But those in charge don’t give a damn,

Cover-up, to a man,

Reporting, informing –

Considered complaining.

Let it go, maintaining the status quo.

Exposure is needed

For ‘complaints’ to be heeded;

Income outweighs all

And if you won’t play ball,

Let things be for the sake of peace,

Then you should leave.

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©Denise G Allen, 30 March 2013 04:39


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Busy Hands

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Back in the room we were before

Where the sun remained outside the door

Eight or nine old souls are there

Each ensconced in his own chair

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Eyes cast down towards the ground

Silence reigns. The only sound

The clickety clack that needles make

Soft and rhythmic, quite hypnotic

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In, round, through, off

In, round, through, off

Her neighbour busy too folding a tissue fanned

And ironing it smooth with the other hand

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It’s quite easy to understand

The comfort gleaned from busy hands

Years of repetition ingrained

Rituals of the past retained

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With the rest of the people it’s hard to tell

Just which of them are alive and well

There’s only one who meets your eyes

Before they slide away surprised

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‘Cos no one cares if they’re alive or dead

Or fast asleep, though not in bed

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©DGA 15 January 2012 08:39