A Sonnet of Sonnets, by John Lewis Smith
Sonnet #07: Counting Other People’s Cash
The bank: the safe, the combination lock
The stocks and shares, the mortgages and loans
The charcoal suit and one eye on the clock
Then after work there’s dancing to the Stones.
The Ipswich folk club draws me to its stage
McColl and Seager, critical and strong.
I learn guitar, put thoughts upon the page
And tentatively try to craft a song.
The Institute of Bankers seems so dull;
I start to read psychology for fun.
The 60s plays so loudly in my skull
While at my till I smile at everyone.
I fall in love, spend Sundays on the beach
At last, the thought of happiness in reach.
28th March 2007