The ages of man in West Street ...

Early this morning I took my mum for her Sunday walk -

She'd been getting restless, opening the door to look out into the pinched street -

She thinks Den's been Anne said - spiriting your dad away to the Day Centre - 

We walked up West Street, past Abbeyfield - 

Near the post box, past the Catholic Church, we caught up with a man walking even more slowly than we were - 

His back was bent, his body twisted and withered by his years -

A young mum with her hopping skipping boy went past -

The boy turned to look wonderingly -

There we were, the ages of mankind, blown along by the wind in West Street - 

09.30

Sunday 30 April 2017

West Street

Havant 

Hampshire