The World Was Made Round... Poem by John Mackinnon

The world was made round....20/3/11

He took her to an old pub in Collingwood
And held her hand through the music.
They shared olives and wine
And in the quiet times
When meanings came through their silence
He wondered if his life
Could have been any more happy.
They kissed at funny spontaneous things
And smiled, for just the chance to be,
After so many years, together.
They drove home and slept a hundred lives,
Deep in their love.
And in the end, in the morning,
As he drove to work,
He missed a bend
And died with a puzzled look
In his eyes.

Carringbush Hotel 20/3/11