end of the line

old friend from better times

came & stayed a while

parked up his ancient camper

telling tales of the roadside

Spain France Ireland

being on the road

games people play

got him to lime render

a sagging ancient wall

in return for his place to park

evening meal each day

occasionally touching

the sadness he held at bay

end of a troubled marriage

the child he now never saw

after a month being around

came the time him to go

we shook hands slow

looking into his eyes

catching the hidden tears

wishing him well on his way

next I heard he’d passed away

parked in his old loves drive

heart attack & gone

to the old travelling warriors grave

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