His eyes moved slowly as he watched them pass

A young mother pushing her trolley with the kids in tow

Like she was competing for the Grand Prix

Thinking thoughts of what to make for tea

 

Thowld woman spoke first

Never 'ad  school runs when I was a lass

Nah he agreed

Then suddenly his thoughts re-wound

Like the re-play on the old VHS

To the time when his ma had said

Get off with yer, and gave him a clip roundth ear

And  behave yerself - or else

No hugs there , no rides in a car

No luxeries that went that far

Just the  memories of a motherly arm wrapped around his head

Near suffocation from her ample breasts

The scent  on her pinny

Of flour and yeast

Then later the taste of home made bread

 

Well 'spose 'ad best get 'is tea

Aye Lass get on yer way

She rose up with a creak and a sigh

And trudged onwards

Towards the cold grey sky

Till she was just a speck in the old mans eye

 

'Ad best get on too, he thought to hiself

And as he rose to leave

He saw the sign on the old worn seat

Just about seen  where once was shining brass

WHY NOT SIT AWHILE

AND PUT THE WORLD TO RIGHTS