Nor Nor - Poem by Orlando Belo
Nor Nor walked the streets early in the day
looking for someone to talk with or play.
Down Taylor Street and around the block
calling at friend's houses, and giving them a knock.
At Billy Heaths, he said, 'Are you coming out to play? '
'No, Nor Nor, ' said he, 'it's much too cold today.'
With immense disappointment in his eyes,
gone was his chance of playing in the warmth inside.
Shivering, with teeth chattering he would try another friend.
Maybe they would be grateful that he had some time to spend.
'Hello Stewart, are you coming out to play this morning? '
'No, Nor Nor, but come in and shut the door, we must keep the warm in.
A happy smile from Norman greeted his friend Stewart,
as he sat by the fire on the hearth carpet.
'Make yourself warm Norman and join in with Stewart's games,
and be careful not to sit too close to the fire's flames.'
Nor Nor had no heating or coal fire in his house
and his only company was a little grey mouse.
So out he ventured without a coat into the street
and quite often without shoes upon his feet.
Most days he waited at home for his newspaper wrapped grub.
His parents were either at work or drinking in the pub.
When he was really hungry he would wait outside the pub door,
in hope that his parents would see and feed Nor Nor.
His dad had regular work but also had an unquenchable thirst.
So very little money went into his mother's purse.
She became desperate and had to find more money elsewhere,
so selling her body was the only way and nobody cared.
In the pub plying her trade that was where she could usually be found,
and her husband, you would find him drunk or lying on the ground.
Nor Nor of course did not know what adult life was all about.
He accepted life for what it was and never once complained or uttered a shout.
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