The Northern Line

Watery blue pools of eyes
shone with childlike intensity.
A woollen hat, with knitted brim
ensured a certain dignity.
Trousers secured with knotted tie,
but shoes polished to perfection!
A simple backdrop
to life’s little drama.

Bony hands brushed his beard,
recalling the caress
of a past love?

In the train,
he leaned across the seats,
about to lie between them.
Instead, he raised his lager
as a young woman entered.
A silent salute,
born of better days!

Much later in my soft warm bed
I think of him
journeying to and fro
into the night.
Those watery blue eyes denying
me sleep.


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