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Jack

May 23, 2016

 

 

The box of bright colours

The lid draped in gold

The brightest of buttons

Is now looking old

 

You blow off the dust

Grasp sides with both hands

Thumbs on the button

Jack awaits your demands

 

Inside he is coiled

Alert on the springs

He’s waiting to jump

To see joy that he brings

 

You take a deep breath

And then hold it in

Press down Jacks button

Your mouth starts to grin

 

The bang you expected

Replaced by a crack

The lid slowly opens

But no sign of Jack

 

For Jack has an illness

He needs special care

The trigger response

Is not always there

 

But fear not for Jack

He just needs some time

His body now moving

He’s starting to climb

 

Now Jack sits aloft

On top of his box

His arms reaching out

As strong as an Ox

 

So don’t ignore Jack

He’d still like to play

Don’t push down the lid

Don’t lock him away

 

©karltearney

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