Monday 25th April 2011

Hinka left the home in odd shoes today. There was another pair just like this at home OLD FART said!

Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

Old Fart and us are very confused over Saint George’s day this year it should be 23rd April But when you read the net it says other days due to Easter etc so we will celebrate it Today!

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