BACK TO SCHOOL?

Holding your coat by the collar,
Trailing it in the dust.
Raising your face to the sun,
Eyes full of trust.

Sky will be blue forever.
Weeks seem like years ahead.
Freedom from school seems
Like never.
Oh! How the holidays sped!

Now your school mates are racing,
Laughing, jeering aloud.
Some one is always chasing
One who’s alone in the crowd.

Traffic sounds blend
With you running.
There is movement and life around.
Back to school in a city
Where you scarce get change
From a pound.

Years later, this child
Has vanished,
Yet still to the city he goes,
Trading in stocks and ventures
While the pound in his pocket grows.

No longer trailing his jacket.
Dressed now by Calvin Klein.
It seems he has made a packet,
But has everything turned out fine?

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7 thoughts on “BACK TO SCHOOL?

  1. I enjoyed this piece, Margaret, I might single out these lines: “Some one is always chasing/One whoโ€™s alone in the crowd.” I don’t think there’s anything wrong per se with having money (depending on how you chase it) it can be quite helpful. ๐Ÿ˜ธ

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    1. You are right Steve, but it is also important how you use money. When engaged in pastoral care for banking employees, I discovered that many who had gigantic salaries, had drink or gambling problems. They weren’t in the majority, but the numbers were significant. However, they inspired the poem along with a little boy I saw trailing his coat in the dust. So typical of a child. Thanks I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.

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      1. I agree, Margaret, and it’s a big topic, how and why we live the way we do. I know that some people suffer so much with what they have done/are doing to acquire wealth that they need to escape somehow, even to punish themselves, but there’s a myriad of other issues as well. I’m so glad I am not wealthy. Ha ha, no I’m not. ๐Ÿ˜„

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      2. There was me hoping you were the affluent poet of my dreams!, but I’ll settle for reading your stimulating work. Money isn’t everything!

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      3. That’s a coincidence, I’m an affluent poet in my own dreams as well. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ I did have a lot of money once. When I first went to work in Brazil, the inflation was 80% per month. Every payday I had such a pile of notes I couldn’t fit them in my pockets. Of course, they weren’t worth much.

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      4. I do have a couple of problems in that area: firstly, I think I’m funny, and secondly, I laugh at my own jokes (usually I’m the only one). I’m happy to imagine your laughter, Margaret. I;d prefer we didn’t have sound waves of that intensity travelling around the planet. ๐Ÿ˜„

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