Since the hustle and bustle and “Where’s it all at?”
The mad rush to rustle a badge for my hat,
Arranging for someone to feed the cat,
Ensuring my guest has a place to be sat,
All the laughing and joking and marching and that,
Not finding old comrades and feeling a prat,
Emotions and memories, silence and chat…

The bubble’s deflated and I feel a bit flat.
And that, pretty much, as they say, was that.

© Brian Keith Bilverstone 2007