He walks his dog on Merrow Common.
Hard to say which is more arthritic, who puffs more,
but when he stiffly fumbles off the lead,
the aged beast breaks into a shambling trot, and
follows the memory of exciting odours.
And day by day he carries on,
and walks his dog on Merrow Common.
She makes a pot of tea for her guests,
half blind now, but knowing the place of each cup,
each spoon and strainer and sugar cube.
And she asks after their children,
and shares their grandchildren's successes,
and they leave, affirmed and cheered,
and she tidies up and carries on.
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