It’s a luxury if you can say:

‘I’m not in the mood right now.

I don’t feel like it.

I don’t really fancy it today.’


It’s the luxury of comfort,

Of the well- appointed,

The index-linked,

The flexible sort.


It’s not an option

For the poor or unfulfilled,

Nor for those hunting for scraps

Or queueing the pouring rain;

Nor for the worker who drops his sandwiches

While running for his morning train.


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John Botterill

Fri 18th Nov 2022 11:10

Well said, Stephen. As always you hit the centre of the target!

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 15th Nov 2022 16:24

Thanks, Uilleam. Yes, one sees this kind of thing so often. It is so sad when people don't have the basics of a little time and sufficient pleasure in their lives. The 'Just about managing' can so easily fall below the line.
The last two lines were prompted of a childhood memory of a man running for a train next to me at our local station. Suddenly, all the sandwiches fell out of the bag he was carrying. He hesitated for a moment but then left them and continued running, given the imperative of catching his train. Even as a little boy, that said something to me about the life ahead.
And thanks Stephen, Rudyard, Rose, John, Pete and Frederick for liking this.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 15th Nov 2022 14:57

I was out for a pint yesterday, saw a woman sat on the pavement outside the pub, the pain, discomfort and loneliness was evident in her face - how did she come to be in that position? I see it too frequently.

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