i called round to an old customer of mine to discuss a repair that he needed, none of his family showed up. he had suffered a stroke hence this poem is dedicated to all living through this.


The Listener

he could have been your grandad
Or my uncle Fred,
he was always happy to see you.
but when he spoke,
La la la was all he said.

He must have had
an interesting life,
Beautiful children
From a wonderful wife.

he was just like you and me,
born from common folk,
He tried to tell me of his life,
But la la la was all he spoke.

I wish I had time to sit and listen,
To the things he'd seen and done.
He could have been my father,
I could have been his son.

He'd tell you about his life,
While traveling around.
He didn't seem to know,
That la la la was his only sound.

how I could sit and listen,
To his three little words.
His stories my mind would invoke,
It must be awful to live life like that.
I often wonder,
Why did god invent a stroke.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-05 at 00:33

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shells
A stroke is a tough one, but I can see you cared and cared enough to express this for others to read, bravo.
2021-08-07


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Don't be too hard on yourself. That is modern life. We turn off to others expressing their feeling. it was nice that you wrote this in his honour.
2021-08-05


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you Alan, for this great work. I had three slite strokes. So far I can still have the ability to talk. I may not be so lucky the next time.
Ken D
2021-08-05