Days of Grey
A school cap and blazer, shirts white or grey
My first long trousers a deep shade of grey.
Copying chalk notes written on blackboards
Days that seemed to drag on under skies grey.
Staring through windows longing for the bell
Then rushing home to terraced houses grey.
Playing in public parks and railway yards
A ruined old castle with walls of grey
And I David nostalgic as ever
Remember with fondness those days of grey.
A young boy competes with others who are taller
Every trick must be employed against those taller.
For it’s easy to dominate by height alone
And to turn to bullying when you are taller.
Intelligence and fleetness of foot are required
To outwit and escape from attackers taller.
Fluent speech and humour are useful to divert
The attention of aggressors who are taller.
And I David from my father learned very young
That in warfare those who get shot first are taller.
David Subacchi lives in Wales where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and he has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016). His work has also appeared in numerous literary magazines and anthologies.
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