Robert Verdon, #349, postmodernism
my mother once made
beds for a living
and before that she
made shells in the Arsenal
afterwards she made
babies and much later a
position in a
library in the public service
hotels and munitions
and pregnancy having
palled
my father went from
orphanage to street kid to air
force to labourer to
gardener to botanist
and once held the
ladder for an old man who made stained glass
both were of the
greatest generation
today the idea of
progress is rightly held up to ridicule
wonderful!
ReplyDeletewell, sounds like truth!!
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