Playing up for cuddles and milk and change
A ringing class bell, then Bulldogs at break
After-school rehearsals on a rickety stage
All the kicks and kisses of young-love games.
Fake it ’til you make it, and dress the part
Pretend you’re unafraid when sharing your heart
Peek-a-boo your baby, make an armpit fart
Rerun those salad days through a fast, flash car
Snakes and ladders across a marathon course
Some stack-up chips, and some others lose scores
Knock Down Ginger, retirement home corridors
And when He comes knocking, pull out your chessboard
- c. h., 24th July 2018
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Take my heart - The conscripted children, All puffed up in the photograph Holding guns for God Take my heart too - The nonagenarian ...
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What will your generation be remembered for? We were lost. Is that something to be remembered for? I’m not sure. - c. h. 21st March 2019
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