Give It a Name Part 2

I can’t let them Become foggy Looking at them through glasses That are smoggy Talking of them with thoughts That are groggy Hiding in sentiment Senseless and soggy What name can I give The silence now they are gone The radio with nothing on? What name can I give The realization of the stage Where I have reached middle age? What name can I give The wish to meet them again Somewhere, somehow, somewhen.....? But Please God I’ll have A long life With my wonderful wife Just as they had With each other My father and my mother A pity it was That the two of them Never saw The two of us Married But at least the two of them Saw the two of us Together Imagine all four on Howth heather Under clouds of silver lining All our wedding rings shining All amazed by the warm weather We talk until twilight Then we take the picnic basket To the 31 bus And return to the house But it never will be Mum, Daddy, my wife and me But I won’t be greedy When I think of the needy I am perfectly content With my wife alone Though the others are gone What name can I give This poem written without shame To which I slowly came? Satisfaction was my aim From it I got that same God gave me a tongue of flame Feelings at last expressed At least I did my best This poem at last became But still I can’t give it a name