That was my sixpence
Bastard
Saturday morning movies
Never been before
First time treat
Riotous kids’ outing
Running shouting
Throwing sweets
Can I have a shilling Mum?
A shilling?
What for?
Pictures
Friends
Never been before
Mum says yes
To my surprise
Not money don’t grow
On trees
What’s wrong with please
A shilling in my hand
Sixpence in
Sixpence change
Chips after the show
I know the chip shop
Where all the boys go
Sitting in the cinema
Rubbish show
Hi-ho Silver!
You know
The kind of thing
Who cares?
It’s all about the
Time out
Not to mention
The chips
Hold on where’s that tanner?
Under the seat?
No
Hey Simon have you seen
My sixpence?
Must have dropped it
No no no
Oh
There goes my chips
Ah well
Nobody shares
Nobody cares
Nobody dares say
Billy the bully
Took the money
Nice chips he says to me
With a knowing smirk
If I’d known
I would have...
Simon tells me later
After the chips have all gone
Bastard! I say
Yeah you say
No not him
You
You knew all along
Is what I should have said
I never did
Let it pass
Made me feel like shit at the time
Why I should hold onto this
Painful memory
I'll never know
Just goes to show
How little things
Can mean so much
Long time ago now
You moved
I stayed
Lost touch
Died in a car crash
I heard
I still feel
The betrayal
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (5)
A story full of memories I think that we could or did have back in the day. Good work.
Love your poem. Love chips. Love movies and The Lone Ranger!
Oh, those childhood memories, both happy and painful. They make us who we are. Great poem, Raymond!
Oh no the chips! Loved your poem!
Fantastic writing Raymond! Very captivating!