Poem For A Gentleman

The gates are closed.

He needs them open.

He wants to get to the other side.

A train thunders past.
It is full of faces he recognizes.

He waves.

They wave back.

They are hurtling into a future
without him.

Goodbye, good man.


Driving to the hospital this came on the radio and made me feel good.
Dear Prudence


Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011