Time was an orange
in a stocking was a treat.
Or maybe a banana.
Now it’s Star Fruits, Uglies
and Prickly Pears flown
round the world for dinner parties.
Hand picked gently by Josef
who has no shoes.
“No we can’t serve those again,
everybody has them.
We need the Jum Jum Fruit
grown only on the
western slopes of Kilimanjaro.
They’ll be a wow! ”
Like the fruit
we’ve come a long way.
Yet not far enough to know
the worth of an orange
in a hand knitted stocking.
But we’ll learn.
Martin Swords
Oct.2008
A sad reflection on the Celtic Tiger period in Ireland and elsewhere.
Maybe soon we'll be glad to have that Orange. Must start knitting
some stockings.
Martin Swords
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-was-an-orange/
