Taking his leave.

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.

4 thoughts on “Taking his leave.

  1. Okay I’ll be first because it’s a good poem. More solemn than most of the ones I’ve read of yours. As a writer all sorts of question came to mind…mainly that of a refugee going to a new country, or is the boat a metaphor of death, or, more likely he was living with a close knit family but needs help now because of age. It is sad that he won’t be missed or is he going into a home for the elderly? You left a lot of loose ends here,,,why not write a sequel?

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