Just once before I die I would <br />so love to see a lot of smiling faces, <br />each morning when I board the city bus. <br /> <br />Mind you, there is no pressing need <br />for outright reverence or admiration. <br />I am completely able to interpret all <br />nuances of your now familiar lines <br />crows' feet and ordinary wrinkles are, <br />what I have stared into, each working day. <br /> <br />So let me draw conclusions as I wish <br />as I lean back against the grimy, shiny seat, <br />wrapped like a Christmas gift from God <br />inside my salt and pepper London-tailored suit.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-christmas/
