Thinning Time

(By Gub July, 2015, Leon)

Thinning time 

(For the couple on Platform 1)

The twin clocks above them measure 

Precisely that passage 

From their prime 

The tracks before 30 are 'growth' 

But after; only 

Lines of decline. 

We await news 

Of our future 

Surrounded 

By joys, 

Petty sorrows 

And small regret. 

We await 

Knowing for sure 

Only that 

Which we cannot forget. 

That life's pregnancy 

Of the possible 

Is tainted By one ineluctable 

Truth:

That whichever 

Platform we sit on 

That train comes 

For our youth... 

And our middle years, 

An eventual 

Elder selves too. 

The clocks at this station 

Are self-winding 

The trains come and 

Go the same 

The couple whose time 

Is thinning 

Await their departure 

What they have 

Is each other... 

'Each other' 

Is the name of the game.