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Times of Then, Times of Now (recited in whisper, in a hospital bed in A&E in QMC, inspired by my ward neighbour, who had a fall, and suffers with Alzheimer’s, who talked relentlessly to her daughter, of losing “the cart” two and a half weeks ago)

Times of then, times of now,

a long way off, from milking cow,

when things went clang, and also moo,

a winter’s morning, strong supped brew,

Though lost cart, is now dead,

memory keeps, in what she said,

but in the real, revives her play,

making glad, into dismay, 

but in heart, a family’s strong,

sing a true spoken word love song,

ensuring that all is right,

thus, with zeal, they must fight,

as times like these, times like theirs,

marries all causes, to make the cares,

as past has built, the present here,

the perpetual stream, of woe and cheer.