It gives me great pleasure to introduce this gentleman of the past
He is roguishly handsome and doesn’t lack a sense of spine, for he has given life to all that was fine
From gilt of gold leaf, to carriages with seats of leather. He rarely thought that time would end his blue sky weather
With his infectious charm, the way he glittered, danced, to how he romanced
Since he has gone, the world has turned anon
Now his essence is caught in a frame, a stable picture from an artist’s brain
Preserved for onlookers to see, to peer at the canvas as they venture up the birch wooden stairs and wonder
What was his name?
What did he do?
No one is alive to know this but you!
By Samuel Fawcett
This picture was taken in the Forest restaurant and hotel in York, UK.
Parisian Poetry 