After all, at the end of the day,
Close of play, stumps up, bails off,
A good innings, shuffling off
The silver foil, the cling film
And the tupperwares, preserving stuff
That kept the leftovers fresh
For another day. All is done.
A life of order, now the rest
Is silence, ticking clocks.
And boxes, bags for preloved sale
Or bins, has beens, the bones
Now left, the heart is gone,
But love, words, memories still live on.