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Saturday, 27 June 2020

Absent Without Leave

It is the funeral today
But I won’t be there
Though we did share a joke
Playing bingo that Sunday lunchtime
In the Conservative Club

You teased me
About the thousand pound prize
Which I fell for
Hook line and sinker
As also for your daughter

Yet the words ended
As the separation began
I became persona non grata
Which was understandable 
Given my lack of conviction 

It will be a small affair
All others, or most
Having already passed
Their bowls and blazers
To the cloakroom attendant

Your family will be there
At least your child and her children
Who carried your burden
Only to end up
Spilling over with tears