Nightworkers Lament  

(Originally published in 1993, alongside my other piece - GodComedian)

John Abbott

He’s all of eighteen summers now

A fine and strapping lad

Not as pretty as his mother

But better looking than his dad

And he has a way with words my lad.

 

His teachers say he will go far

But I get ‘Dad can you lend me a tenner’

Or ‘Dad can I borrow the car?’

But when I look at him the memory comes.

From wherever these memories lurk

Of the moon turning the river silver

When I had the night off work

Copyright John Abbott