His father
had been and gone;
he'd seen him off
on the last train.
Nine year since
last seen before that.
Talked of childhood
which was all
his father knew;
of cinemas and theatres
back then.
Time past
and time future
as Eliot had said.
Time present was gone
once you said it;
the now all there was
but then gone before
you could say now.
His father had a similar
moustache he had
when Benny was a child.
The same staring eyes;
same walk.
Regrets are
futile things;
he had none.
His father had gone;
the train out of sight.
Benny's wife
had welcomed
not knowing him
or the history.
But that, Benny mused,
was another story.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
His father
had been and gone;
he'd seen him off
on the last train.
Nine year since
last seen before that.
Talked of childhood
which was all
his father knew;
of cinemas and theatres
back then.
Time past
and time future
as Eliot had said.
Time present was gone
once you said it;
the now all there was
but then gone before
you could say now.
His father had a similar
moustache he had
when Benny was a child.
The same staring eyes;
same walk.
Regrets are
futile things;
he had none.
His father had gone;
the train out of sight.
Benny's wife
had welcomed
not knowing him
or the history.
But that, Benny mused,
was another story.
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