Taking The Old Lady Home Poem by Leslie Philibert
Taking The Old Lady Home
Light flooded into her face; a widow under a cross.
If we change at Penge we might get the 154 or 157,
or even take the train to Sydenham and walk up the hill.
The off-licence might even be open. Perhaps
we could get some bottles of light ale and
a few packets of crisps, that would be nice,
wouldn`t it? Then the nurse came in, all smiles
and starch; Time for the boys to go home, Mrs P...
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