After the Lunch

Lovely poem by Wendy Cope I read in the Underground the other day.

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love.

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you’re high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You’re a fool. I don’t care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.

Writing 'Creating a Culture of Innovation' (Out in 2020, Apress)

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  1. annie + lilly

    LOVE this poem – best underground poem i ve seen!! xx

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