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WAITING FOR THE BUS FARE
The bus, its doors still open, is about
to depart on schedule. A young mother,
with a toddler, is talking loudly
on her mobile in the bus shelter,
telling whoever it is that she lacks
the fare and will wait for whoever it is
to bring it however long it takes.
Should I offer to give her the fare?
How would she react? How it would look?
With a pneumatic sigh the doors close.
I turn. She is still on the phone, clutching
the little boy’s arm. And I suddenly
remember – how full old age is of
memories that come like revelations –
rough chalk marks on our modest gate posts
and tramps, caps in hand, at the back door
of the small, thirties rented semi, begging
politely for a ‘cuppa’ and a ‘slice’,
before they had to enter the workhouse,
around the corner, or after they left it,
and my grandmother supervising
her daughters dispensing charity.
If I had been able to have asked them why,
seemingly alone in that aspiring,
suburban avenue, they would entertain
such guests, albeit on the back doorstep,
I know they would have answered, in surprise,
‘Why? You give what you should!’
6 responses to “WAITING FOR THE BUS FARE”
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And finally this one, perhaps the best of all. I remember tramps coming to our back door in Newton and my mother giving them things, food, hot drinks. I have an image of her boiling up hot water for their tea. They (or he) had big grey overcoats with big matching grey beards.
This is a really good quintet of poems, David, the memories coming like revelations.
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Thank you, Ian. As always, your comments are both telling and encouraging.
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David, so many windows alive with long forgotten memories opened in my mind as I read your poems. You have a wonderful way of painting pictures with words. I salute you, and wish you many more years of inspired writing.
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A further 3 part gem, encompassing the present and the past, and highlighting values that have changed, and without saying it directly [which I suppose is the purpose of poetry], not necessarily for the better. The moral authority of “You give what you should” is so better than doubting whetheryou should in the first place, which is the poem’s other scenario. The poem doesn’t judge us, though, because it’s clear all of us would do the same, presented with the same bus stop scene. What’s judged is the condition of our world, again!!
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I am really taken in with ‘The Coat Hanger’. What a story it tells, like so many left-over remnants in the closets of our lives. Beautiful writing….
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We were talking last week about ‘gentlemen of the road’ with their routes and voluminous overcoats. Our house must have also been marked as we had our cyclical visitors for a cup of tea and a ‘piece’, maybe a new pair of socks. There was usually a spare pair as hitchhiking cousins would turn up. They were welcome but their socks were not!
Cash at the bus stop ? I’ve done it even when not completely convinced. It’s only money!
Looking forward to reading through this.
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