denying of child's play
it is now
and we are exchanging multi-faceted memories
most about our shared but unequal childhoods
involving my having been parentally disregarded out of hand
on your behalf
as if I had been some wolfish leader of an urchin pack
you were not allowed to join
( though having missed out on the hunts for fun none for human prey )
you were never Man Friday to my Robinson Crusoe
or a twin to my yodelling Tarzan
how loudly we could have made our presences known
among the parks shrubberies and
insufficiently high enough trees till closing time.
How wrong and low
were your guardian's opinions of my lacking status
helplessly inflicted by poverty
always footed was I with calf reddening gumboots
seen capering with my own uncouth kind
under streetlamp's on many a midnight hour.
Did your enforced jealousies arising
while observing our unruly antics late at night
indelibly stain themselves on your young mind back then?
Oh! I had no shortages of pity for you and your loneliness
your cotton wooled incarcerations
those you on and off cried about on home alone days
when we both toured the luxuries you lived in
or the drainpipe climbing invitation you sent
so we could board game in secret
while adult attentions were distracted downstairs
diverted down socialising ways
highly likely to have been peppered
with both pomposities and
upper-class attempts to out-class their visitors.
No, you were disallowed from being
the rough and ready toughened for life kid
I could have turned you into becoming.
Sadly my little rag arsed, brethren
have disappeared long ago to elsewheres
demobbed by age and other inescapable infirmities no doubt.
Still, here we are together again
rejuvenating at least some of our stolen friendship
not anymore will I be seen pursuing you
like the stalking canine, I had always been made out to be.
Our new games will begin as from this day
those you can freely join in with
but this time without the chains
without the jailers.