Help me human please as soon you may
For I am not conversant with your ways:
I’m standing here beside the hockey pitch
Have not yet been invited with my stick.
To run around the field that’s over there,
Instead they’ve left me standing without care.
Perhaps they fear ‘cos I am not the same
I’ll bully off with some outlandish sway
And give the game the opposition’s way.
I note the ageing seniors as they pass
Their wrinkled faces dropped beyond their jaws
I offer them the skill that’s on me marked
They must want a facelift for their maws.
Perhaps they cannot hear my little voice
My language may not be their one of choice
For they walk away, conversing in low tones.
About the strange machine parked by the stones.
So lonely and so woebegone am I
To see you brings a tear into my eye
The first to really stop and take a look
And smile at my facade which they forsook
For you can see my friendly alien smile
And know that I am here just for a while
And although you know I look just like a lift
YOU see my alien, parallel world shift.
Beep, burp beep bop twee stip blip
Blop wuv wu.
I was walking by the hockey pitch when I got this view of the lift used to repair the lights. They are very high up and require specialised equipment to replace the bulbs etc. Can you see the alien? I did – it cheered my day and got me to thinking.
Poem and photo by Englepip©. Copyright.
via Daily Prompt: Conversant