Dignity Poem

Dignity Poem “What’s the time?” Asked the one-eyed African man, in a patient, gentle, manner “It’s ten to eight” I replied “Oh, good”, he said, and added “The Blue Van’s due here at eight They bring bread and soup, I savour that” Our exchange occurred at the junction of Sardinia Street and Dicken’s Old Curiosity Shop Bordered by the elite LSE Nearby in New Square, are the chambers, homes, and wine cellars of the cosy learned friends Remote from the destitute circuit I paused, and pondered, on the dignity, and decorum, of this man Simply waiting for food From the Blue Van Donald McDonnell 2010