I was made redundant today after twenty years with the same company and am travelling on a later train feeling rather sad<\/p>\n
A hoodie is playing his rap music loudly to the displeasure of others in the crowded carriage<\/p>\n
Nobody challenges him<\/p>\n
I wish I had a Bowie Knife<\/i> so that I could cut his vacant throat<\/p>\n
But I find myself enjoying his music<\/p>\n
Having located the rhythm beyond the beat<\/p>\n
The rapper alights at Thatcham and the carriage regains its former chatter<\/p>\n
I feel my own silence<\/p>\n
I have not spoken for over an hour<\/p>\n
Today is the final day of September<\/p>\n
The sky has darkened considerably but the horizon still betrays the setting sun<\/p>\n
Shadows come and go and vanish into the night<\/p>\n
As they do at this time of year<\/p>\n
On the carpeted floor hindered by my feet<\/p>\n
There are two carrier bags<\/p>\n
Full of my former possessions<\/p>\n
A pink plastic fan<\/p>\n
Two or three paperback books<\/p>\n
Four china cups<\/p>\n
One much stained<\/p>\n
It is an elderly cup having seen more than fifteen summers<\/p>\n
But its cracks are slowy betraying it<\/p>\n
We arrive at Newbury<\/p>\n
I send a text to my wife<\/p>\n
Home In twenty sadder but wiser<\/em><\/p>\n She does not reply<\/p>\n Her phone is spent<\/p>\n It is tired<\/p>\n As the year is tired<\/p>\n It is searching for sleep<\/p>\n As we all are<\/p>\n Dull Kintbury quietly passes<\/p>\n I hardly notice it<\/p>\n But I wave to the crossing keeper<\/p>\n As I always do<\/p>\n We arrive at Hungerford<\/p>\n The station is surprisingly busy<\/p>\n I run my fingers through the dying Buddleja<\/p>\n Its small flowers are past their sell by date<\/p>\n The butterfly bush is seeking rest<\/p>\n But has not found it<\/p>\n Everything is fading except me<\/p>\n For I am Superman<\/p>\n Just Superman<\/p>\n And the good guys always win<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was made redundant today after twenty years with the same company and am travelling on a later train feeling rather sad A hoodie is playing his rap music loudly to the displeasure of others in the crowded carriage Nobody challenges him I wish I had a Bowie Knife so that I could cut his […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2650"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2650"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2650\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2650"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2650"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2650"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}