So it’s that time of year when we receive an American Express annual statement for someone who has never lived at our address. The tradition is I write a poem and send it back in the post.
I’ve never received a response but I live in hope.
“Ivan is still not the owner, even in these times of corona.
But I bid Ivan a fond salutation and hope he’s safe in isolation.
To American Express, we’re living in times of less excess, so return to sender with good vibrations.”
Copyright John de Gruyther 2020
The World Outside the Window 