Now my life is
'THIS WAY UP! '
All I possess...
labelled: 'FRAGILE - HANDLE WITH CARE!
Inexpertedly packed photos
their smiles cracked
along faults of least resistence
still held in their frames.
Fragments of shattered glass
still cutting fingers
that attempt to
tidy it all up.
My life
in boxes
big boxes
little boxes
of Time gone by
...Time wasted.
Love reduced
to this
long forgotten letters...photos
dried up cat crap
packed up
with the rest of the stuff
as if that too had been important.
That cat is long dead
now only his mummifed poo
lives to tell his tale.
My life
boxed
(shrink wrapped)
sits neatly
in the van.
The chirpy cheery man
asks again:
'Okie dokie...that's that then.
Now...where to Miss? '
'I don't know...I don't know! '
I say not moving my lips.
He looks aghast
as if I were a psycho ventriloquist.
'10 Newbury Gdns...10 Newbury Gds! '
I tell him
taking control
of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem