THE OPPOSITE.

And now then here at the end of the line
There is a station that resembles mine,
And out beyond it is the rest of my town,
Although apparently the wrong way round;

It would appear that on the train from Hull,
When I was feeling worse than usual,
I did not wake up only back to front,
But in fact awoke beyond the sun,

For on the platform where this coach has stopped
Are stood the people beingness forgot:
Old friends and family from near and far
Around my father with his open arms,

And I have waited almost all of my days
To feel once more the love of his embrace,
As all about my feet old pets close in,
And on reflection I am home again.