XIV
There’s somebody coming
I straighten my tie
Hold open the door
To let him inside
There’s something about him
That’s strangely familiar
A ghost from the past
Shrouded in my mind
A name rings out clear
To my clairvoyant ear
Elliot, Elliot
My name’s drawing near
A quick sleight of hand
Is all that I need
To reclaim what’s mine
And remember, indeed
But hey, what’s the rush?
Been alone for a while
Let’s have a nice lunch
On a bench just outside
A Life in Poems 