jingle jingle!

jingle jingle!



Is it the optimist in me
that remembers you for your smile?
Out there in a cruel Northumberland
there is a sun
behind the Army tanks at Otterburn
if you strain your eyes
to face it.
Often it seems
so pointless;
our pathetic scribblings
amongst all the sordid agony
of this poisoned world.
But you made me think
that my little trembling efforts 
were so much worthwhile.
For that, I humbly thank you 
and, when I am down again,
your well remembered smile
will touch me
from the heavens
and make me want to sing.


the jingling geordie

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whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur