POEM OF THE DAY

SUCH TIMES

Your bondage strides, your dulcet tones, I miss you to your very bones.

Such times we shared both good and bad, the drinks the laughs just being lads.

And living life when we woz kids, The pubs we drank and things we did. When music was, our stock in trade. We’d sing the songs, the jukebox played. From Rebel Yell,

The Cure,the Smiths,

To Steve Jones and those Pistols riffs. I hear them play, and think of you. They make me smile those certain few. And each time that they fill the air.

Your smiling face, is still right there.