Memory of my Father

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Memory of My Father

Every old man I see Reminds me of my father When he had fallen in love with death One time when sheaves were gathered.

That man I saw in Gardiner Street Stumble on the kerb was one, He stared at me half-eyed, I might have been his son.

And I remember the musician Faltering over his fiddle In Bayswater, London. He too set me the riddle.

Every old man I see In October-coloured weather Seems to say to me "I was once your father."