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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460241" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>teenager seen from Above</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The teenager around the house, <br>confronted with the suggestion that<br>God smiles on him, would be<br>rabbit-stunned beyond reaction; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but, inspect him thoroughly from toe<br>to top (leaving aside his as yet<br>creditable carbon footprint; cash-strapped<br>is carbon-friendly) : </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the trainers, sweat-made in the Third World, <br>now look as if they’re back there; they’ve been known<br>to walk out of the room from under the bed<br>in sheer self-disgust; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the forever jeans, customised with<br>a designer rip just above the knee, <br>are of that subtle shade<br>where worn meets dirty; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the ‘top’ – at least there’s some hint there<br>of choice; sending out coded messages<br>which groan-ups cannot read; could be<br>footie with the boys; or could even be<br>let’s sleep together, no big deal..<br>we’ll just have to wait and see, or guess; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the face, now: that gets little attention<br>first thing in the morning; but in the evening<br>it’s a different ball-game; Mum’s facial things<br>have even been known to be employed<br>when rumblings of an imminent socio-visual<br>eruption threaten; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but, the hair… thirty, twenty years ago<br>if someone his age took this long at the mirror, <br>we’d either be considering counselling, <br>or buying him Judy Garland records…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">eventually, he’s out from there; the immaculately<br>tousled gleaming wildness is a sennight’s<br>tribute to the week’s Top Ten…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">angels, passing over, smile to themselves<br>at the view from above; murmur at<br>what a well-groomed lot the <br>humans are these days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe it’s time to haul out<br>Great-Granma’s hand-stitched<br>sampler from the loft, and put it back<br>in the downstairs loo, where<br>we used to think it such a joke<br>in our first-house years –<br>‘God Sees All'...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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