Not on the beaches,
but on a bus, I saw him.
He looked like Churchill.
He was clutching legal briefs.
It seemed not his finest hour.
Some people resemble closely to some others. However your chance encounter with a Churchill like figure in the bus brought in you memories of the contrast between Churchill's heydays and his not so fine days! Interesting reflection!
Thank you so very much, Susan. I wonder if we are now in an age that may demand a Churchill?
There are men who are born for certain times in history. Churchill was desperately needed by Britain and the allies- -his speeches uplifted the spirits of a people and a world being pummeled by Evil. I do not know what je would have done for history in another age or guise but I thank God we never had ro try. Excellent poem - it certainly stirred me! ! !
Beautiful word-play on 'finest hour', MJ Lemon. Lovely piece.
There is something in this simple writing, i feel warm i feel free and i feel like i am talking this, the words themselves are familiar...i feel like u were on a trip and write down scenery...Summer-y poetry: p
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though finest wasn't the hour and Churchill is Churchill so he is talked about. Very nice poem.
Thank you so much, Muhammad. I am fascinated by how at times a person will simply walk by or walk past- -and have a clear resemblance to someone from our history books.