One of Us
A starter British passport,
now with a French one too,
I can vote in both and put down roots
in either, and stroll through
eGates and customs checks
head high, as one of us,
legitimately pukkah, blessed
by birth/life/luck, and thus
with paperwork in order
should copper or gendarme
ask me who on earth I am:
I smile and keep my calm
and my right to an annual break
upon a sunlit beach
where seas digesting some who yearned
my paradise to reach
lap peacefully as though
the summer days could last
as far into the future as
they failed to in the past . . .
Tom
Vaughan
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Tom
Vaughan would like to hear them.
