Following several conversations with a work colleague who was a Christian I came to embrace the Christian Faith by way of making a New Year’s resolution in January 1975. Sadly, this led to an irrevocable break down of my marriage and subsequent divorce in 1976. I moved out of the family home to a bedsit just down the road and this is the setting for the poem, Tears are for sharing as I struggled to adjust to the single life again and battled loneliness.
Tears are for sharing
A table for one the waiter says,
Without emotion or a smile,
You follow, silently, alone
To a corner table, set for two.
The candles lit, the wine is red,
The music softly plays,
A monotone voice drones, a menu sir,
Duck, fish or maybe steak.
In a queue, cold and wet,
You wait to see a picture show,
One please, in the stalls, back row,
You sit amongst many, an island.
In the bedsit are three chairs,
Yet only one is worn,
The others sit silently
And watch your life slowly slip by.
Occasionally friends do come by,
And the two chairs have a job,
But after fun, laughter and tears,
It’s to bed – on your own.
How long must this go on
A double bed for one,
When will my special friend come along,
Could it be, maybe it will be – today?
Gordan Banks, 12/12/1980
Captain Gordan Banks CA has been married to Jane for 35 years and has three grown up children and two grandchildren. He lives in Stafford and has been a Church Army Officer for 30 years serving in a variety of posts across the UK, including in the Diocese of St Alban’s, Newcastle, Truro, Chichester and now Lichfield where he serves in the Stafford Episcopal area as Mission & Growth Partner.