Minding my own business...

Whilst standing in a Withington bar.
‘The Old Man At Home’
Minding my own business...
Doing my stuff, as a support worker
Ordering a clients drink; taking him out for an evening meal.
Oh and also to see the Bootleg Beatles,
At the Bridgewater Hall
For a special treat for him and his mother.
Who should appear like Mr. Ben's poertly shop keeper
By my side, but, my old man!
He didn’t recognize me, so I politely, asked
Him; is your name “Peter” to which came back the short reply
Yes and a puzzled look over his face as he focused.
I then simply just replied back, Mark!
To which he said, son. I said, yes...
Now I’ve only seen him what?
3’ times in the last quarter of a century.
We shook hands and I gave him my home number!
And we talked a little banter.
When leaving, I took the client to the male guestroom.
Now my father was just tucking into his steak and chips
He was sat over a square corner table near the entrance / exit:
So I went over, and he stood-up—so I said;
I’m going now, and again, we shook hands.
And I gave him a peck on his right cheek...
Thinking to myself when will be the next time we meet...
Will it be too late even to shake hands and greet.
Oh and bye the bye I haven’t seen my mother for near on a decade.
At the concert the Beatles who were once my mothers
Childhood sweethearts played. “While my guitar weeps”
And in my heart; I felt every aching chord.
And in my eyes, I was fighting with the lyrics.
“For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see”
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Yeah
There will be an answer, let it be.