LITTLE JOHNNY BOSENQUET

Little Johnny Bosenquet
Found his chance & slipped away
Far from his native land
To a place of surf & sand.
Found a girl & changed her life,
Made her into mother, wife.
So in his time of fun & sun,
Became not Johnny but John.

He prospered & he multiplied,
Became good at all he tried.
But Father Time his message sent.
And all John’s gifts they slowly went.

His wife & family died or left,
He was all alone, bereft.
Those that lived they went to roam,
Johnny’s house was now a “Home”.
Finally only would carers say: -
“Farewell Little Johnny Bosenquet.”

LITTLE JOHNNY BOSENQUET

chris51

Sunbury, Australia

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I had heard that the H’mong- a Vietnamese Hill tribe- change their name at different stages in their lives. It occurred to me that our culture does it too— hence this poem. I did not think Bosenquet pronounced “Boze, n, kay” was a real name.
Apparently it is, so I never published this poem before.
So, if you exist, I apologise to you Johnny Bosenquet I did not know you were real

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