He Knows Poem by Ian Keenan

Sitting in the cafe
You'd never guess,
While he goes on about
The kids and caravans,

But also knows,
Not counting the days exactly
But a short-list of must-do's
And people to see.

Out of the blue I think,
The cancer,
Here, then there,
Then everywhere.

Greedy for life
Quite rightly,
The family,
And things to do
He's never got round to,
Like a motorbike,
And Scotland to see.

And when he goes
He knows we'll be there,
Laughing and crying,
A beer,
A boat,
And a song.