Fate's Footfalls

At tables scattered round the bar they hug their drinks and wait, to see whose empty chair is next, who's visited by fate. They listen for the footfalls which for them will surely come to take them on the last journey, slow, maybe quick for some. The widowed and the broken hearts, divorced and cast adrift, all qualify, their day draws near with every glass they lift. They treat each draught with reverence, each day a hole to fill, from footfalls try to run away, they run, while sitting still. The news comes through by word of mouth, another comrade downed, the footfalls wash out like the tide, one more lies in the ground. A brief respite, still sleepless nights 'till footfalls come again when fate returns to reap harvests of lonely single men. No lessons learned, through khaki eyes of hopelessness and pain they sit and wait for footfalls listen- here they come again For Chris, Jenko and Dave- rest in peace. Sadly, you will have company soon. Contest ' Fate's footfalls', sponsor John Lawless March 5th 2018