I Offered To Walk You Homeward Poem by Kevin Hulme

I offered to walk you homeward
As the Sun Bled far in the West,
Past Twilight covered leafy-Wood
And Meadow rich by Summer blessed.
The darkened Shops are silent now
All business filled away,
Those promotions that speak of How and Why,
To Money saved if you spend this way.
And the Mall is Graveyard quiet,
The Manikins Like departed Souls,
No more the rush of client
for Tea and Jam filled Rolls.
Where the Litter gathers by wending feet,
That Shrapnel of Consumer Wars,
The empty, windy, desolate street,
And Sodium-Light on Shuttered Stores.
Past panes of infant bedrooms
Where the little Children sleep,
Lives that fired the afternoon,
‘Now pray the Lord their Soul to keep'.
When the Midnight Train rattles loudly by,
Throughout the town and beyond the brow,
The lighted Carriages swiftly fly,
For ‘Stephenson's' Child is an adult now.
To the cosy suburbs neatly spread,
Each tell of self respect,
Their Bedtime Novels have all been read,
The alarm for Six-Thirty duly set.
With curious signs to mark the Homes,
Grandiose tags along the row,
Names that peer above the Gnomes,
‘The Laurels, ' ‘The Myrtles'. and ‘Mon Repos'.
So there's your Home just up ahead,
Each one being so alike,
Mock Tudor Tracery born and bred,
A fusty taste for a singular type.
I'll walk you Home tomorrow,
For that time alone is ours,
And in every step my Love bestowed,
Within those later hours.