Poem -

Sticks and The Stone

Broken Real Good; Healed Even Better

Their words             /               His Name

"Brick head"

When I was 10,
Lucky to have a pet cactus
            
                                                 CULTIVATOR

                               Now I get to stroll
                           through the parkland 
                              gardens of my hood

                                And read                                   philosophical treatises

"Hobbo"

When I was 10,
Lucky to have
two pairs of shorts

                                       TAILOR

                                  Now I wear a
                           different coloured hat
                           every day of the week

"Theif"

When I was 10,
Lucky to jump
the train without
a ticket

                                         CHAUFER

                               Now I get to ride
                              on busses, trams
                          and ferries, and ubers!

"Beggar"

When I was 10,
Lucky to find 50c
for a Mr. Whippy
cone

                                           CHEF

                                   Now I can't even
                                   recall how many
                        flavours of cheesecake
                                    that I've tried

"Loner"

When I was 10,
Lucky to find
a single friend

                                         HOST

                          Now I have a network
                                of communities
                                 where I belong

"Bastard"

When I was 10,
Lucky to have a
photograph of a parent

                                            FATHER

                              Now my Father has
                               found me and he
                           never leaves my side

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