Dear Sir - Poem by Phil Soar
Dear Sir, it began, this letter
As if knowing who I am
So, to call me 'Sir', was praise indeed
For who knows my background?
Or how I have lived my life?
To call me 'Sir'
It was like a blessing
Making me understand the origins of birth
It made me smile
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