I look for him everywhere .
In supermarkets , shopping malls ,
along the esplanade where he
hangs out .
Have you seen Milton ? I ask .
But no one has .
Not lately .
Suddenly I need him
this gnome of a man
with the grey goatee .
Milton the Gatekeeper
hoarding the knowledge
like bullion .
Like Diogones with his lamp
I scour the streets
with my headlights
looking for Milton .
- pic courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
he’s waiting for you at home
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actually I bumped into him and his wife at the supermarket which made me resurrect this poem and he is happy that he has been ‘found’ 🙂
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I’m so glad
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Nice work. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for the elusive Milton.
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I found him, Suzanne. He looks well. He and his wife have spent two weeks in isolation. He reads poetry now. He has been re-reading my book in which my poem of him appears. I said I will try to write a new one after finding him after all this time 🙂
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How freely does Milton share advice and information?
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he loosens up after a few drinks, Neil 🙂
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Very clever my friend.
Love it! 👍🖤
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thanks 🙂
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Did you find him on Bunhill Row?
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I had to look up Bunhill Row so I know it’s in London but beyond that I don’t understand the reference ?
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Bunhill Row is where John Milton was residing when he died.
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ahhh I thought it might be something like that but the Wikipedia article failed to mention it; thanks
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As a horde of knowledge, I think he goes by the name Google now.
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HaHa; very clever 🙂
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