DARBY AND JOAN

DARBY AND JOAN I saw a sight this morning I swear to you is true And I thought I’d put it into verse, the way we poets do. I have to do it quickly, while it’s still fresh in my mind. So no time to count the iambs nor to search for the perfect rhyme. An elderly couple passed by (I think I’ll call them Darby and Joan) Darby was in a wheelchair and Joan was pushing him home. And then, to my amusement, she stopped to take a break And shook her husband’s shoulder to make sure he was awake. They had a conversation, though I couldn’t hear what was said. Then Joan climbed into the wheelchair and Darby pushed instead.