it feels like with age,
there also comes a weight
i think in all seriousness
memories become a gate

i will punch the punchline,
to your funniest joke
i will hold my head up high
and never let the river of friendship run dry

here we go,
once again
i know what it means to me
and the less enlightened
they suggest the BNP

head propped up by pillows
i could believe,
reading wind in the willows

i prowled that estate
and i swam in that sea
asphalt and gravel
under bare feet i travelled

these could be –
the best days of my life
and as i get old –
time just seems to fly by

sweetie you went too far
you will never see,
why the sweets stay in the jar

sometimes reason is not applicable
reason
only double knots you shoelaces together

lying naked in bed after making love
with someone you truly care about
it is one life’s great pleasures