I really did have an Aunty Dorrie (Dorothy) and my father was a heavy gambler.

Worlds You Left Behind

Fingers are for holding
Feet to balance the sway
The 802 goes by my door
Four times every day

Children walk from school
Cars speed home for tea
Roads and paths underneath
Go nowhere just like me

The sky rolls over heads
The days are just made up
Seasons are all gobbledygook
Half empty full your cup

Mother screams at father
“I don’t want to hear sorry”
He lost his wages yet again
And we owe Aunty Dorrie

Sis gets a large soft drink
The smaller one is mine
If Mrs Harris catches you
She puts on a pantomime

Fun is just a slippery thing
Trouble lasts a lifetime
Memories always surface
From worlds you left behind

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Written on 2018-08-06 at 14:43

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you to one trick pony and Coo & Co for the applauds :)

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This is great fun to read, Friend D., and poignant too. We particularly like the contrast in the second stanza and the use of the word 'gobbledygook' in verse three. And the final four lines are very well observed.

Incidentally, our FT had two grandmothers called Dorothy, and both of them had a gap between their two top teeth. We enjoy thinking about that sometimes :>)

PS: Nice rhymes!

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Thank you for the applaud Praveen Bhusal :)

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
So true and so very well told. Memories say so much