He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,
—In the old times, before he threw away his knees.
He reminisces about the time when he could go out in the evenings and enjoy music and dancing. The capitalised ‘Town’ indicates that this could apply to any town in any part of Britain, where young men who once enjoyed themselves now endure disabling injury.