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Mr Bedlows showed you around the old folk’s home the day had begun at the new job the smell of ***** and old age drifted by the nostrils the dimly lit passageway he opened a door morning Mr Grigg morning Mr Mash he said to the old men sitting on beds then off you both went again more doors opened other old men welcomed downstairs and up the passageways like circles of Dante’s Hell the old men gazed at you as you entered their aged eyes followed you about their room you the young guy the wet-behind- the-ears young thing they’d seen wars fought in trenches seen men killed blown apart mind damaged body’s crippled soul’s laid bare smoke and death in the air I’ll leave you with Sidney Mr Bedlows said and went closing the door trapping you with smell and age and Sidney’s stare half hour later having cleaned him up and washed and dried and clothed him neat you set him on his way with walking frame and slow pace for him another dreary day for you the beginning the other men to coax or dress or wash or comb the hair or set them on their walk with old timers chatter or idle long ago talk.
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
LONG AGO TALK.
Mr Bedlows showed you around the old folk’s home the day had begun at the new job the smell of ***** and old age drifted by the nostrils the dimly lit passageway he opened a door morning Mr Grigg morning Mr Mash he said to the old men sitting on beds then off you both went again more doors opened other old men welcomed downstairs and up the passageways like circles of Dante’s Hell the old men gazed at you as you entered their aged eyes followed you about their room you the young guy the wet-behind- the-ears young thing they’d seen wars fought in trenches seen men killed blown apart mind damaged body’s crippled soul’s laid bare smoke and death in the air I’ll leave you with Sidney Mr Bedlows said and went closing the door trapping you with smell and age and Sidney’s stare half hour later having cleaned him up and washed and dried and clothed him neat you set him on his way with walking frame and slow pace for him another dreary day for you the beginning the other men to coax or dress or wash or comb the hair or set them on their walk with old timers chatter or idle long ago talk.
terry-collett
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
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