LAST VERSES

2000–THE PRESENT

 

7   TO A COMPANION

Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005
 

We were closest in childhood when, fighting for breath,
  my fear so worsened asthma we shared
    both were equally scared.

While not much liking you I admired
  how you bore what seemed unbearable pain
    and kept mending the skin I tore again and again.

My cowardice mainly confined us to sex with each other
  until, after forty, kind women came.
    Forgive me for granting so little of what you liked best

and thanks for letting this daft pest
  overwork your brain and hand, all for my glory,
    then knock us out with booze, to get rest.

 I never had to care
  for a servant who never complained of irregular meals
    and was always there,

and see now, nearing our end,
  you endured and allowed much more than I ever planned,
    being a friend.

 

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