Hallway Phantom Singer Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I am the hallway phantom singer, singing
‘Les souvenirs de mes jours passés, les
souvenirs me reviennent' until a passing
pedestrian glanced at me surprised - we
both laughed - serenading a fellow civil
servant in the foyer ‘Think of me, think
of me fondly' from ‘The Phantom of the
Opera' - It is good for whatever ails you

‘Quand j'étais petit garçon je repassais
mes leçons en chantant' but in the quiet
office only listening on earphones; rather
less successful than singing along - when
driving home this afternoon there shall be
time for a thousand songs: ‘Oú sont passés
les beaux jours…'