Lotioned and potioned, creamed and perfumed,
My Crossroads attendants ensure I am groomed.
Each day starts the same, with good humour and smiles.
I may read my paper or book for a while,
Wait for the postman – or make a few calls,
My telephone friends think I’m rarely alone
As I frequently tell them “you must excuse me –
I’ll talk to you later – someone’s come in!”

Crossroads come alone, or paired, perhaps tripled,
Keep up my spirits, as do a measure
Of sherry, Campari, madeira, Martini!
I hear small talk of rotas and shifts and
Making an entry (but not through a door)
It can only be read in the Red Book of Lore
That’s no work of fiction, it’s true as can be
Come see for yourself – it’s beyond me!

E.P.

TO MANY.. CROSSROADS IS JUST A TV SOAP,
TO SOME AGED AND INFIRM IT OFFERS HOPE,

A BAND OF DEDICATED AND CARING SOULS,
ALL PERFORMING SIMILAR ROLES,

ABOUT THEIR TASKS WITH SMILES AND CHARM,
THEY CARE FOR YOU AND DODGE THE HARM,

THEY CLEAN YOU, DRESS YOU AND THEN THEY COOK,
NEVER KNOWN TO HAVE A SOUR FACED LOOK,

ALWAYS WILLING AND KEEN TO PLEASE,
LITTLE PROBLEMS DEALT WITH EASE,

SO WELL DONE CARERS – PRESENT AND PAST,
WE HOPE YOUR VENTURE WILL LAST AND LAST.

Written by a Service User who wishes to remain anonymous
2015