Not that much sleep but just enough to cope
Up not long before ten, a quick breakfast
Checked Facebook and just had time to type up
Last night's poem, and thought there was still just
Enough time to catch the train, but I missed
It, because the station staff are quite mean
Now, standing in the doorways, they insist
On seeing your ticket - the days have been
And gone when you could board and pay, it seems
So I missed that train, bought ticket, and hopped
On the next one. Father's Day, saw my last
Child, Little Josie, we make a great team
She painted a mug with lovely words - hope
She always thinks that way when years have passed
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