(04 October 1943 / Germany)

This Christmas

Just once before I die I would
so love to see a lot of smiling faces,
each morning when I board the city bus.

Mind you, there is no pressing need
for outright reverence or admiration.
I am completely able to interpret all
nuances of your now familiar lines
crows' feet and ordinary wrinkles are,
what I have stared into, each working day.

So let me draw conclusions as I wish
as I lean back against the grimy, shiny seat,
wrapped like a Christmas gift from God
inside my salt and pepper London-tailored suit.

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Comments (3)

Thoughtful and charming poem Herbert, I love the last two lines, they are priceless. Thoroughly enjoying your work. Keep up the good writes. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
H, is the 'Salt and Pepper' suit just for delivering the season's greetings? If so, give my condiments to your tailor. Danny ; ¬)
Sadness and humour well married together, here. Love the finish: '...wrapped like a Christmas gift from God / inside my salt and pepper London-tailored suit' - colourful allusions.