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.
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.
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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John Botterill
Fri 18th Nov 2022 11:10
Well said, Stephen. As always you hit the centre of the target!