Museum Piece

I saw myself today
Forty years older, but the same
Sitting quietly
In the corner of a museum café
Welsh rarebit
Glass of water
For the lady in the
Jeans and a teal cardy

 

… no wedding ring…

 

It made me sad
There
All alone
No book, no paper, no pen, no phone
Imprinted on my mind
A mirage of what will be
Forty years from now
The same sad lonely me

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