Too long sat,
Where they’d left me in the sun,
Too long there,
Without care,
Left while preparations done,
Too long sat.

Too long slept,
Where they left me there laying,
Too short dreams,
Then the screams,
This time t’was children playing,
Too long slept.

Dinner was then followed;
Wine and smoke,
With stories might be swallowed,
Taken as whole truth or hook,
As fishing,
For laughter and all was took;
Except for me in silence,
Just smoking,
Fuming in lost memories,
Of different times and places
A drinking
Of age on their changed faces.

Departing;
Back to my solitude way,
In my mind
Left behind,
The cries of children at play,
Then going.