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Wendy Cope (b. 1945) is a poet whose witty lyrics and pitch-perfect parodies have gained her a...
Cathedral Carol Service
Those of us who are not important enough
To have places reserved for us,
And who turned up too late to get a seat at all,
Stand in the nave aisles, or perch on stone ledges.
We shiver in the draught from the west door.
We cannot see the choir, the altar or the candles.
We can barely see the words on our service sheets.
But we can hear the music. And we can sing
For the baby whose parents were not important enough
To have a place reserved for them,
And who turned up too late to get a room at all.
from Family Values (Faber, 2011), © Wendy Cope 2011, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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