He walked right into the wooden door
time seemed to stand so still
and then it was as if his life
was presented before him to be relived.
He first saw his beloved parents smiling
and Monty, the cocker spaniel he loved
he saw his grandfather with his snowy-white hair
then his brother stood beside him laughing
as a little boy again, at the gypsy who knocked
at the door and was trying to sell lucky white heather.
He saw his sister and her friend playing cards
in the parlour, and then his friends from school
throwing a rugby ball in his direction to catch.
Suddenly it rushed forward to his adult life
his wife, his children, the fun, and all the pain.
And then it stopped and he passed through the door
but
he never went home again.
©Joe Wilson – In Transit 2014
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
He walked right into the wooden door
time seemed to stand so still
and then it was as if his life
was presented before him to be relived.
He first saw his beloved parents smiling
and Monty, the cocker spaniel he loved
he saw his grandfather with his snowy-white hair
then his brother stood beside him laughing
as a little boy again, at the gypsy who knocked
at the door and was trying to sell lucky white heather.
He saw his sister and her friend playing cards
in the parlour, and then his friends from school
throwing a rugby ball in his direction to catch.
Suddenly it rushed forward to his adult life
his wife, his children, the fun, and all the pain.
And then it stopped and he passed through the door
but
he never went home again.
©Joe Wilson – In Transit 2014
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