....the hook behind my seat.

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  1. Huw

    Huw Well-Known Member

    There goes another one!

    I wonder what they do?

    Whatever it is I'd like

    to do the same, he thought,

    without any hope

    or serious intent.

    Like a wandering Jew

    his mother said of him.

    Looked like a hippy

    thought like a hippy

    and played the part as well.

    While hitch hiking

    he'd often seen

    nice cars, with smart, well

    groomed men at the wheel.

    The men had a look of affluence

    and an air of being busy.

    They all had a jacket

    hanging on the hook

    behind the drivers seat.

    He couldn't imagine work without sweat

    or labour without toil

    so he wondered what on earth

    they did, were doing

    and where they were going?

    Forty years later I smiled

    as I saw myself, in my minds eye,

    standing on the side of the road hitching.

    Brought to my remembrance

    were the thoughts I'd had

    while standing there

    when I was young.

    I placed my briefcase in the car

    tucked the card on which

    I'd written the address of my client

    behind the sun visor,

    set the sat-nav

    and checked my handset

    then drove off.

    With my jacket

    on the hook behind my seat.
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  2. Acy

    Acy Mama Bear - TLC, Common Sense Staff Member Safety & Support

    I really enjoyed this! Excellent rhythm in the words and phrasing. I love the observation, "He couldn't imagine work without sweat/labor without toil." And the whole set up coming full circle at the end was very well done!

    I hope you will share more. Thank you for sharing this one!
  3. Huw

    Huw Well-Known Member

    Thank you for your kind words. This is autobiographical and written as it happened. Every suit jacket that I own has had the little loop at the back mended!
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