In she came doubled over

Leaning on her cane

With parcels heavy in her shopping bag.

She shuffled to the back of the very long line

Let me take you to the front I said

No she said I don’t want to make a fuss

So I conceded till I could take it no longer

I said to her I can take it no longer

I’m taking you to the front

I took her arm

I don’t want to cause a scene she croaked

Well I do was my reply

Like footballers In slow motion-about to score a goal

We headed for the counter

And on arrival I told the post office lady what we were doing she smiled a big smile

I announced to the line I hope you don’t mind

Is it alright if this lady goes first?

There was no room in my tone for anything but yes.

I felt good, I think they felt good

The man at the back of the line thanks me

I wanted to let out a cheer for humanity, For the post office

For me being faithful to my nature.