One Time Above A Little Shop

One Time Above A Little Shop short poem

Photo by AK Rockefeller

One time above a little shop,
An old greengrocer climbed on top,
Despite himself he could not stop,
The world had changed forever.

The fruit of that old grocers loins,
Became obsessed with notes and coins,
She knew the club she had to join,
For she was very clever.

Yet not as clever as the man,
From council flat in Birmingham,
Bought her vision and now he can,
Not get help for his wife.

A wife he loves and yes adores,
Who gave him joy and did his chores,
And lives today in corridors,
The last days of her life.

She sleeps and so his sits a while,
And raises just a little smile,
As he begins to reconcile,
The error of his ways.

He sees a TV playing news,
A woman in expensive shoes,
Repeats the grocers daugthers views,
Fuck off out loud he says.

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