top of page

Would you like to sit here?-Dedicated to Graham

Hot June, hip Paris, hurrying and harassed, as we

run to board the cramped and crushing metro carriage.

And then, a voice from behind-‘Excuse me sir,

but would you like to sit here? You look tired,

and I am much younger than you.’ Not once,

but twice did this happen, and both times, I laughed.


Every opportunity that affords me to say these words,

in its original tongue, is taken with the utmost delight.

He smiles, wondering if I will ever tire of this little quip,

if fate would hit me with a similar line or situation.

And then, just the other day-it was his turn to laugh.

On the bus, not one, but three guys offered me their seats.


A more self satisfied man you have never seen, as he stood,

and I sat in the seat for the elderly. I could feel his smugness

from six foot away, as he smiled and gave me one of those

Barry’s, looking as if he was about to pick his nose. I smiled,

as I explained, the difference was that the guys were

overcome with my presence, that they had to stand up for me.


Thank goodness he can’t speak French; I’m sure it would

be his favourite refrain-‘Madame, madame. Voulez vous asoir ici, ca va?’

Truce in place, as we speak, quid pro quo-until the next time.

I must keeping drinking the youth dew, acquired from the fairies.

That way, I’ll always be one step ahead, in the quest for eternal youth.

Accepting the ageing process is a battle we all endure, till our final hour.


gif

6 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Charles street, the coldest street in the world, well that’s what he told me, as he smiled, reminiscing. Memories came flooding back, as he spoke about Kennedy street school, and where he learned Fren

F-Familiar, friendly faces that brighten up your day R-Reliable and resilient relationships, that sometimes last a lifetime. You’ll aways remember them. I-Interesting people who are interested in you

There’s nae man like ma man; nae man makes lasagne like ma man. In fact, I’d go as far tae say-naebody can. No even the Italians, the land of lasagne. That red sauce, made wi the finest red wine, and

Post: Blog2_Post
bottom of page