Now what did I come upstairs for?
Of course I haven’t forgotten your name,
young lady, it’s just that I can’t remember it
Why am I going upstairs?
I only just got up
No dear, you’re wrong,
I always pay on account
Where’s my bed?
Isn’t this upstairs?
Take the paper back
to the newsagent, someone’s
already done the crossword
Of course I’m undressed,
I just came upstairs
Of course you can sign my name dear,
they know me at the post office
Why is it so dark downstairs,
I’ve only just got up
Why should I give you money for the gas,
Young man? I don’t even know you
I’m sure there are more stairs
than there used to be
Stop being so insulting, young man,
it’s only money
No of course I don’t need help with the stairs,
I know my own house
No dear, you sign for it, I’m sure
your boss will understand
Somebody changed the stairs
when I was out, they
aren’t the same
Why are people so rude about
money these days?
Ask my father to speak
to that young man
The stairs are steeper than they were,
somebody’s changed them
Who are you, I didn’t
ask you to come in…
Of course it’s my house,
it’s just that you changed the stairs
Tell the bank manager to
come and see me in the morning.
Why does that man upstairs
move the stairs at night?
Wow! A bit of levity in a darkening subject. Nice one.
MICHAEL...STELLAR WORK AS PER USUAL & DEPICTED SO SADLY TRUE TO LIFE, AS I HAVE HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO WITNESS THIS IMPERVIOUS PROCESS UP-FRONT & CENTER...GREAT WRITE..FRANK
Been there frequently (visiting i hasten to add) , done it, and bought the soon-forgotten grapes. Michael - deeply touching and absolutely bang on. The frustration of those in such a predicament is well expressed and the tragedy of the situation encapsulated. I hope it isn't anyone dear to you.
wow, a powerful poem that touched me. perhaps so profound because it echos the hurdles we must overcome as loved ones grow older
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Michael, The poem deals with a tragic subject in a light, yet real way. The mind works thus as it degrades. Well-done. Best, Hugh