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The Man With The Limp.

Contributed by cashfan1 on Wednesday, 9th February 2011 @ 02:29:53 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



The man with the limp
Lived in the middle of our street.
And each morning,
To the sound of the school yard bell,
He came past our school,
His stick tapping a sombre rhythm
On the pavement of my youth,
From his mouth a stream of vile obscenities,
The like of which had not yet entered
The playground of our innocence.
It seemed to us children
That his one leg was useless,
Stiff and wasted, his foot splayed in an awkward pose
Like a giant snake rendered rigid
By his own reflection.
And each evening after school we stood,
Cocky city boys, by the lipstick red post box
And mocked his awkward gait.
There he would stand at a distance,
His weight balanced on his stick,
His free hand balled into a fist of an anger so great
That at any moment it might crash
And shatter the very pavement on which we stood.
Then, to our mocking cries, he limped off,
Stunning the air with vile obscenities.
We watched his despairing departure,
And growing bold with distance,
We returned the obscenities from whence they came.




Copyright © cashfan1 ... [ 2011-02-09 02:29:53]
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Re: The Man With The Limp. (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Wednesday, 9th February 2011 @ 03:06:17 AM AEST
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Children can be so cruel,when I was at school behaviour was not corrected and it was the law of the jungle.Like you I would hope that attitudes had changed but judging by the MP's mocking an MP with cerebral Palsy we have a long way to go.we need role models starting with ourselves.It's great when wriitng brings these issues to the surface and you have presented them as thought provoking and challenging and with the last line maybe also highlighted that ignorance is often born out of fear.well written Dennis.


Re: The Man With The Limp. (User Rating: 1 )
by huwbeauty on Wednesday, 9th February 2011 @ 03:18:55 AM AEST
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Interesting write,brings back some shameful memories.
I'm not sure things have got better, in fact I'd say there's less respect nowadays,kids will always test their boundaries and I think those boundaries have less definition in today's society.


Re: The Man With The Limp. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 9th February 2011 @ 01:35:40 PM AEST
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Dag nab it Anna, I was going to start my comment off like that. ;-)

Then I was going to say... I tend to wonder if all of them grow out of it. I think some do and some never do. I see it every day at my job where it seems some seem to get worse.

About forty two years ago the school bully decided to hone his sights in on me. I tried to stand up to him but he beat the holy heck out of me. I got to go to the World Series the next day (Detroit Tigers vs St. Louis Cardinals) and I wasn't able to enjoy it very much because he beat every inch of my body and I felt like a huge bruise. Occasionally I wonder if he is sorry for that or if he even ever thinks about it.

I am not sure what to think about the times. I like to think positive but then again, I tend to agree with huwbeauty. One thing seems ever constant and that is there has always been good and bad.

I know that I too am ashamed of a lot of things that I did as a child. Kids will be kids. However, as you have done, we grew up and learned how to act. I think life is a learning experience and I know personally, I am still learning.

You have some incredible lines in this poem and I am truly impressed with your descriptive power.

Take care,

Tim
cool dude



Re: The Man With The Limp. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 9th February 2011 @ 09:05:35 PM AEST
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supercalfradualistexpialldohshus.
Great writing.
smile, blessings,
emy


Re: The Man With The Limp. (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Thursday, 17th February 2011 @ 06:36:16 AM AEST
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Hi Dennis,

Yip - we've all been there! Personally I don't think
kids are any worse than they were in my day.
Understanding comes with age.

Nice piece of nostalgia, Dennis.

Tommy




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