ring for change
because,
we are marching,
once again

lighting candles
in a fireplace i found
being a best man,
in for a penny, in for a pound

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