Timeworn

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TIMEWORN

(An acrostic)

Tell me tales of long ago
I love the sentimental glow.
Memories are very sweet

Even when they're incomplete.

Worn out? Ah no! Still fresh and new;
Old and yet still bright and true.
Remembering is such sweet sorrow.

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Now to make memories for tomorrow!

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FIRST JOB

I was at Training College,

Learning how to teach,

And, in my summer holiday,

I went down to the beach.

There was a little cafe there

Right by the bowling green

And next-door to the tennis courts.

Quite a busy scene!

Most of the time it was quiet,

But all games come to an end,

And, when they did, the screaming hordes

Would suddenly descend!

Coffee white and coffee black,

Sandwiches, all sorts;

Ice-cream, bags of chips and such....

This was just from the tennis courts!

At the same time bowlers would bowl in,

Begging me to hurry;

Everyone asking for different things! 

It really was a worry!

But it was the change that stymied me!

I just couldn't get it right!

I grew more and more flustered

As they cried 'We'll be here all night!'

And, worst of all, was the sneering

Because I couldn't cope;

'Did you say that you intend to teach!

Good God, you haven't a hope!'

I truly hated the customers

And the insults that were hurled,

And it's made me really sympathise

With the waitresses of this world.

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