Thursday, September 06, 2007

Feel Old Yet, Grandpa?

Then the girl in the café taps me on the shoulder,
I realize five years went by I'm older,
Memories smolder winters colder,
But that same piano loops over and over and over.
The road shines and the rain washes away
The same Chinese takeaway selling shit in a tray,
It's dark all round I walk down same sight same sounds new beats though.
Solid concrete under my feet,
No surprises no treats the world stands still as my mind sloshes round,
The washing up bowl in my crown.
My life's been up and down since I walked from that crowd.

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