Time to go! The whistle’s blow,
The starched linen, the liveried crew,
Dancing down the aisle to serve you.
Entrée and main, dessert if you dare,
“Share a bottle of red?”
“Well, yes, if you think that’s fair.”
The table you’re shown to, with
Three other guests,
That lottery of company,
Let’s pray they’re of interest.
Bingo! Barrister, Professor, journalist and me,
Breaking bread with clever types
As we speed down the line to
My home by the sea.
Now they’ve all gone –
Departed at stations various.
Just my reflection and me
In a life that’s precarious.
Time. To go.