April 10th

So we’ll grow old together, you and me,
with our memories and subtitles on the tv.
We’ll drink pots of tea on worn out wicker trays,
and remember our old hedonistic days.
We’ll recite of once ago and laugh;
of those nights we kept on drinking,
of our children in the bath.
We’ll stoop together, we’ll lose our hair,
and help each other on the stair.
And be driven mad by one another,
the way you can when you really love each other.
We’ll lose our glasses fifteen times a day
and when we do we’ll laugh and say; “Ok.”
I’ll shout to you “WE NEED MORE FLOUR”
But you’ll think I shouted “whats the hour?”
So you’ll shout back “IT'S NEARLY THREE”
And I’ll shout “NO, I DON’T WANT TEA”.
We’ll read the books, we’ll see the art
As side by side we fall apart.
My hand in yours - yours in mine
In this the Autumn of our time.
Our music and voices as loud as can be;
the volumes up, and subtitles on the tv.