TIME TO GO
It’s time to be going
so we move to the hall
and I put on my coat and my gloves.
Goodbyes are said
as the door’s opened wide
and we stand in the cold and the snow.
Yet still they talk on
and the biting winds blow
and I’ve heard all this gossip before.
‘What about Alf
and poor Elsie’s not well
and dear Ben’s got a bladder infection’.
As boredom sets in
I remove my thick coat
and creep back to the cosy warm lounge.
I’m nearly asleep
as she looks round the door
and she glares at me there in the chair:
‘It’s all right for you
It’s late don’t you know
and how come you’re not ready to go?’
Michael Edwards © February 2017