This the train then, this the seat

Which will carry, which will bear

A tired, loving, longing Pete

Through the damp West London air

To where? To where?

Hard upon the Thames north bank 

At Kew Bridge station he’ll descend

Then a night-borne bus he’ll thank

That takes him near his journey’s end

His friend! Loved friend!

Attends him, the lush avenue

Has the glorious house where she

Beautifully makes all things new

To the returning man – who’s he?

It’s me! It’s me!

Kiss and embrace, kind words, a kiss

Again, to make me light with joy.

Such hair, such eyes, such a face – such bliss!

What advice would you give the boy? 

ENJOY! ENJOY!

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