On Another Day

Out across the city
A light year ago
An aeon away
On a Sunday
I walked up Clarkston Road
With my Dad.

Perhaps then, as now
The sun shone and
The air was balmy
As the traffic ran
At our right-hand side
And he shielded me
On the inside of the

He held my hand tight
That day
When I was young
And glad.  That day
When I was 
Not yet sad.
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