THE MILINER.

There were plenty of empty
Heads outside today,
And I noticed how my own hat
Stand had lost its leaves recently.
The street light reminded me it
Was time to put my work away,
As I recalled the days I used to toil
All through the night to crown them.
Time to go, to return home
And bear the weather directly;
I wish I was good enough to
Make a decent realm for myself
But the years have been and
Done their best to reveal me.

The smell of a cobbler’s
Stopped me in my tracks
As I was about to ask the
Lady with a fag in one
Hand, can in the other
And phone tucked in
The crook of her shoulder
The time. Fortunately I
Found myself before it
Was too late.