All was quiet before the light was quenched
He only picked at his supper
Then, no one noticed his slow gait
The only remark passed was
Nice way to go though
They whispered as one voice
Not really knowing what to say.
He had packed his bag earlier.
It was a simple note he wrote
“The boat leaves early
I don’t want any fussing
I’m just not cut out for this farm work”
He said his goodbyes before boarding
There was now no turning back
He knew in his heart
it was not going to be an easy transition.
They were a very close knit family
who would not see the twisted pain in his face.
(c) Chris Black 2017.
Today from the Man Shed 