Margaret Alice

Rookie - 3 Points (The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

Billy Goats Gruff - Poem by Margaret Alice

My Dad in a brusque voice said
those ‘bloody fools’ sent me on
a stupid course, I start typing –
head office calls, ‘get that fool
off, he’s messing up the system
using coarse, uncouth diction’

beneath the bravado I could
see a small, helpless man too
weak in the wrists; although he
did very little at a time he had
to work incessantly to get that
little piece done, and I cried…

weak and scared as me inside
facing a terrifying world as a
man who never mastered modern
technology, takes one wrong turn
and is lost, totally confused - no
wonder we felt no security

he had none to give…

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 5, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, April 13, 2009

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