What about tonight I said?
The big box in the window
My mum is short on money again
I feel that it's a sin though
We'll go tonight,
Stand outside shops
You’re on guard
Incase of cops
I burst through the door
Elderly couple, surprise
Fall from step what a blunder
Grab the box noise like thunder
Turn to see if couples gaining
Disbelief, faces remaining
Turn handle wrong way
Fight with it until I stray
Where's my school friend lookout
Half way up the hill
Wait for me I start to shout
Couple, still at till
We ran and ran, fools us both, up hill
Regret and relief set in
My Mothers Birthday tomorrow
Regret and relief turn to sorrow
Next morning I awake
To see mum eat evidence
How could you afford such a gift?
I feel it’s far from providence
Oh if I could turn back the clock
And tell that boy 'No Way'
Or teach about a conscience
That might keep him from going astray.
Great reminder of my youth. Especially Valentines day, as I used to raid Mom tripple decker box of Choclates that Dad used to buy her, than I would rearrange the remainder to show that nothing missing. until the box was low on treats than harder to disguise. Dad and Mom, long gone but never forgoten on Valentines Day. Charles Garcia
such a endearing poem.. not because you stole something but because you knew on your own that it was the wrong thing to do even if it was shown to be for a noble cause.. Well done! HBH
What breath-taking candour!
Another 'not-a-single-glance-away' write. And I just love the title. Kind regards, Gina.
gorgeous, made me see a Hovis lad sneaking through the shop door, a bitter sweet write tyvm...karen
very good, dungan, i can see your words........................
A great write Duncan, a wonderful story containing a moral message. We all know that it's wrong to steal and yet this case is tempered by the fact that he did it out of love for his mother. Best wishes, Andrew
A wonderful write Duncan - it was done for the right reason not self gain - you did pay a price - fear! Mum enjoyed her gift - I would forgive you
I like your poem, when we are young, we make our mistakes even when we are old we make our mistakes, but at least when we are young we have an excuse lol. Your poem took me to when i was a child, my bro and i would get in trouble and he would stay away from my mom all day till she forgot, i would just go in and take my punishment so i could enjoy the rest of my day lol. :) very well done, thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
An intriguing tale of moral dilema and internal conflict... it certainly makes you think? It may be looked back on with regret, but at the time, a loving (though illegal) gesture. Certainly forgivable, I'd say. Great write, Duncan! Brian