Mobile
It's very
Small
And neat
It's
Got lots
Of
Bells and
Whistles
But its
Workings
Have
Him beat
Its little pads -
Illuminated -
Serve a
Range
Of functions
But
Every one
Does
Something else -
And
That's what
Causes
Ructions!
We thought
We'd
Put it
To
The test
When
He went
For
His walk
He'd
Go up
To
His sit-on
Bench
Call home -
And
We would
Talk
Five minutes
Max
To get
Up
There - I
Waited -
Phone beside -
The
Minutes passed
And
Passed and
Passed -
At last
I
Went outside
No sign of
Him -
No friendly
Ring
To say
'Hallo -
It's me'
Put
On my
Coat
To have
A
Look - not
Knowing
What I'd
See
The wind was
Cold
And he
Was
Old - his
Bench
Was well
Exposed
Supposing he'd
Got
Frost-bite
In
His fingers -
Or
His toes
And sitting
There -
With hands
All
Bare - and
Frozen
To his
Mobile -
His feet
Gone
Dead - all
Blue
And red
He'd
Surely be
In
Trouble !
I climbed the rise
And
Then my
Eyes
Saw him
Still
On his
Seat
And talking
With
His mobile
As
He raised
A
Hand to
Greet
He'd finally
Got
Through and
Left
A message
'Yes
It's me!'
Walked
Down the
Bank
Towards me -
We went home
And I made tea
But still he
Can't
Remember
The right
Sequence
For his
Call - so now
We're going
To wait a
Visit from
Friend Paul -
Who can show
Him how
To do it -
Then he'll try
Another
Call...
