Indulgence Poem by Migel Jayasinghe

A granite statuette of Nefertiti
Bought at Abu Simbel on the Nile cruise
Serves us as a solid paperweight
On windy mornings reading books outside.

A cigar on the terrace is my only indulgence
Just one for the whole day soon after lunch,
Before we set forth on our post-prandial stroll
Round the urbanisation along Avenida de las Naciones.

We may encounter an acquaintance or two
For a chat on the way; they'd fill us in on the news
Some could be true, but mostly baseless gossip
Never mind - there's no way we'd blow our fuse!

A poem gets written here on this page
Without the least effort, (how marvellous!)
Who says English is not my first language
When I share this with others; it's tremendous!