Adrift in this jet stream
Futures already gone
No longer remembered
SUNNY SIDE UP
Let us fill Winter
Cold and dark both night and day
With our warm regards
A gentle tease. Oh where shall I wander?
Upstairs? Downstairs? In my lady’s chamber?
Pictures within my mind take form, a game.
Hoping that she might be doing the same.
We lost one another somehow, lost our way
In a trick of the light in a mist in a maze
Gasping, grasping, grappling day after day
As seconds turn into minutes, hours, days
So long, so long by some cruel fate kept apart
Yet memories glow in my mind, dear old friend
And it’s chin up, stand firm and never lose heart
For some day we’ll revel together again in the end
“There’s always death to look forward to
And there are no pockets in a shroud”
He is now doddering on through his 80s
And still has vital things to teach me
If I am fortunate enough to catch him here
While he breezes by in his egocentric fog
Words like pride, honour, respect and love
Are never ones he felt himself worthy of