Only age changes on the Sabbath

Only age changes on the Sabbath

A Poem by Gee
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Just words for words sake.

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Tomorrow, Sunday, I shall wear my starched, pristine white shirt,
then knot around its slightly frayed collar my black, faded funeral tie.
Over this a charcoal grey " occassion" suit will be worn,
then black, timeless brogues slipped on to complete the ensemble.
At 09:52 I will leave home and walk down to the junction of Station Road,
here I will turn right and continue, slightly uphill, for half a mile,
until the turn into Church Road reached at 10:08.
At 10:10 on the dot, Mavis and Joe Staniforth will arrive,
Mavis dressed in a lavender twin set, white blouse,
a magnolia coloured cloche style hat and lilac shoes.
Joe, dress wise, will pretty much mirror me barring the shoes,
his being a recently purchased, brown, derby style pair,
these a preference of his going back near 60 years,
his first pair brought at the age of 16.
After exchanging pleasantries we will walk, three abreast,
the short distance to God's house,
passing through the recently refurbished Lychgate to enter its grounds.
Father Simmonds will as always, come rain or shine, be waiting,
greeting each and every one of us with a smile,
a warm handshake and idle chit chat,
this being his way for the past 40 years,
and God willing, will be so for as long as his body holds breath.
Inside the church pew places earned by right of attendance are taken up,
fellow worshippers greeted with squeezed hands and kissed cheeks.
The echo of the church's aged, oak doors closing stills all tongues,
the only sound now being that of footsteps echoing off time worn flags
as Father Simmonds briskly makes his way forward.
After ascending the 5 steps into an ornately carved pulpit, he starts....

" may God bless you all, today, tomorrow, always....









© 2020 Gee


Author's Note

Gee
There is no purpose to this, I'm at a loose end so decided to have a wee write.

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Aye well its more than I have written this morning

Isnt that how it goes
Only the date changes today

Posted 6 Years Ago


Gee

6 Years Ago

Well, get the pen out young fella and stop idling !!!
Cheers
YOu write whenever and whatever takes your fancy, or rather when the muse gives you a little nudge. We never really know what we are going to end up with. I stopped going to church a long time ago Gee, when I found out that not all Christians are like Jesus Christ, if you get my drift.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


Gee

6 Years Ago

Good afternoon Christine, never been a religious person, can't see that ever changing either.
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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Weather is glorious :) Enjoy while we have it.

Chris
Who needs a purposeto write? Remember I said that when I post my next piece, which sadly involves multiple cats exploding :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Gee

6 Years Ago

Oooh, I like that, exploding cats, that'll save them from exploding in my borders !!!
Cheers.. read more

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Added on October 13, 2018
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