Poem of the Day

The Conchers *
by Allan Cropper

I asked my mum, “How will I know
If I do something wrong?”
She told me that my conchers would
Help me to get along.

“Just listen to your conchers and
you’ll know what you should do.”
I don’t know who my conchers are.
Some people I once knew?

“Where will I find my conchers, Mum?
Are they under my bed?
Are conchers real or make believe?
Are they inside my head?”

And then one day I heard a voice
That stopped me on the spot.
“If I were you I’d think again.
Perhaps you just should not”.

I looked around, no one was there
to say a single word.
I knew then that my conchers were
the voices that I heard.

“Listen to your heart” is the
advice that I now give.
I think that deep within the heart
is where the conchers live.

* Conscience


4 thoughts on “Poem of the Day

    • Thanks Jenny. I was wasn’t totally sure about using ‘conchers’. Thought it may have been a bit cryptic. I am glad you liked it.

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