The economy is in the tank
And all the tanks are in Iraq
Whenever the pump price falls further
There's a run on Hummer's mail order
I can't remember if you liked
Leonard Cohen before we were fans
Or if you ever really said
That one day you had met Jacques Brel
In dreaming moments we held hands
But I'm so very certain now
Of one thing I long to do -
Halve this avocado with my hunting knife
And share the gentle flesh with you.
Jesus was born, Harold Pinter died
Humanity climbed up from Olduvai
And on the day the children grew
I paid my debts, burned the credit cards
In surrender to my last desires
And returned to the cradle where love was born
Under the Eastern, African star
To subsist for all life long with you.
Oh Wow Frank! you describe heaven! Yep! On this Christmas Day, the world turned a corner....back to basics and bicycles please. Merry christmas and a much happier new year, Tai and her crew, smiling at you
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Lovely poem Frank, you captures so well the yearning of people across the world.