MY FATHER WALKS
My tather walks with suitable aplomb
into the premises of G A Dunn
to select a tweed of autumn hue
for winter journeys to Waterloo.
Although this takes place on the other side
he still maintains a sense of pride
returning to shops he favoured when
I was around the age of ten.
As I awake the image fades,
outside I see the autumn shades,
will dress myself to face the day
in present form not fade away.