Barbara Cameron Poet Narrative

Rubbish To Some

rubbish to some
                                              
      
                                      I am an old lady and sorry to say
                                       the powers that be are coming today
                                       and bringing a skip to take my rubbish away.
                                   
                                       i sit hear alone in my rubbish strewn house
                                       my cat quite happy to catch the odd mouse
                                       old dog Bess doesn't mind the mess,
                                       papers are warm and keep out the cold.
                         
                                       My life all round meupset and strewn
                                       the carpet stinks what a smell in the room
                                       old books piled high and ornaments rare
                                       expensive clothes lying on chairs,
                     
                                        
                                       no one comes near I'm sad to say
                                       I try to wash and put things away
                                       but I struggle with no one to help
                                       the problem is I wont let them in.

                                      I'm ashamed of the dirt and the mess I am In
                                      so their coming today to take my treasures away
                                      If they throw ME in the skip I wont mind a bit.

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Roger Page June 17, 2010 at 1:17 PM Good read but sad story, Love Roger x

Daver Austin December 5, 2009 at 8:41 AM This sounds just like me, Barb. Speaking of my "Old Lady in the Supermarket," I'm 80 years old and can laugh at youngsters complaining about my gimping around. Yes, I have probably goosed a few in the check-out line myself. Thanks loads for reading my stuff. My house is a mess...I have 8 cats, am afraid to let anyone in. Love, daver

Sue Mason October 3, 2009 at 2:43 PM I don't understand why this write is not appearing to be commented on ... very strange. Was going to say I am glad to see you writing again here at the Soup after some time away, but there is nothing here. Interesting title ... maybe it got thrown away ... LOL ... thanks for commenting on my writing and I did read your poem, The Tree and left a remark on 9/22 ... hope to eventually get to see this one ... smile ... Barbara Cameron May 21, 2015 at 11:05 AM hi Sue, I am finally back on poetry soup after quite a long absence, maybe 6 years, have had 2 bouts of cancer but ok now, have written more poems but need to get around to putthem on poetry soup.