Framed ham

Last updated on February 19, 2023

An older gentleman
With the battle scars of the elements
Crossed upon his brow

Sat opposite me on the metro
And held in his hands
His hard-worked and tough hands
(No ring adorned)
He softly held
A packet of ham from the supermarket

The same way my beloved holds me when I’m down
When all grey becomes bright and colourful

I hope the famed ham was nice:
perhaps it partook in a good sandwich or two,
perhaps he framed it.