The younger man opened the heavy door
Knocking before they entered
Lily became engulfed with excitement
At why she was the one who was centred.
The room was huge , decorated well
Sculptures adorned a large table
Even though Lily was not cultured herself
With TV she found she was able.
The man at the desk had his back to her
And was chatting to someone on the phone
He wasn't in any hurry it seemed
Lily's patience was charred to the bone.
Eventually he came off the phone
And turned to the pair stood waiting
To Lily's horror she recognised his face
Her voice and her brain separating.
Twenty five years ago Lily worked for him
There was nothing happy to recall
Lily was treated like one of his women
Just like a "gangster’s moll."
Lily thought he had been killed
As he ran away with the family's money
Just after that her life was happier
And her days were fine and sunny.
The man stared at her in contempt
Obviously remembering what she had done
It turned out the young man standing there
Was his only son.
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