Anxious Departure
The man sat there
With smoking pipe in mouth
Pocket-watch in hand
The headline read
"World War II!"
You could see his worried eyes
His son, fighting.
Now knowing if he is
Alive or dead.
A knock at the door,
Who would it be?
The man began to tear
Fearing to find news of his son
Alas, its only the milkman.
The man wiped the eye.
Again looking at the watch
He realizes that time
Is going slowly
He goes to rest
Only to never wake again
With smoking pipe in mouth
Pocket-watch in hand
The headline read
"World War II!"
You could see his worried eyes
His son, fighting.
Now knowing if he is
Alive or dead.
A knock at the door,
Who would it be?
The man began to tear
Fearing to find news of his son
Alas, its only the milkman.
The man wiped the eye.
Again looking at the watch
He realizes that time
Is going slowly
He goes to rest
Only to never wake again