You sat across from me in the room
Your face all weathered
You were reading a paper as you silently sat
Your shoes were immaculately polished, your cap placed on your knee
You are back the next day like me
Your shirt looking dapper
You speak about the weather and sip from your water
Your eyes so friendly and I swear they almost smile
You are back again same waiting room as me
Your shoes still shining and you look so smart
You speak of the journey and getting parked
Your poppy of remembrance on your lapel in honour
You arrived later the following day
Your appointment had changed and we spoke of bygone days
You showed me a photo which had creased over the years
Your wife looked so pretty, so many stories, the laughs, sweat and tears
I miss those wee chats now my treatment has ended
I often think about you and hope you are well
Llewellyn-McKenzie Communications (c)
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