[00:04.82]Sunday at six when they close both the gates
[00:10.61]a widowed pair,
[00:13.18]still sitting there,
[00:16.23]Wonder if they're late for church
[00:19.88]and it's cold, so they fasten their coats
[00:24.71]and cross the grass, they're always last.
[00:32.37]Passing by the padlocked swings,
[00:35.58]the roundabout still turning,
[00:38.78]ahead they see a small girl
[00:41.92]on her way home with a pram.
[00:52.11]Inside the archway,
[00:54.77]the priest greets them with a courteous nod.
[01:01.27]He's close to God.
[01:03.70]Looking back at days of four instead of two.
[01:09.60]Years seem so few (four instead of two).
[01:12.10]Heads bent in prayer
[01:15.47]for friends not there.
[01:20.08]Leaving twopence on the plate,
[01:23.34]they hurry down the path and through the gate
[01:27.62]and wait to board the bus
[01:30.06]that ambles down the street.