Again I’m seeing bits
and
pieces of lives
loaded into a truck.
Generations of memories to the dump.
Not that!
Grandfather’s old clock.
How many nights I lay,
listened to its,
tick – tock.
Sixty years, now.
Not that,
you can’t throw that!
Grandfather’s old table,
carved dragon legs
supporting round top,
supporting a family.
Icon!
Not just wood legs and round top.
Talk table.
Tell them of the all night poker games.
Chinee families gathered round,
Throw down losing hands,
curse their luck
or
lack there – of.
Tell them of the family grouped around.
Tell them – you must stay –
give witness to that now gone.
About 12457adlib
I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
poetrytownsville 
Good one Phil. Reckon I could thieve this poem for the stuff I’ve accumulated and discarded!