And The Stars Won't Mind

I Just Wondered

 

I just wondered when he was a boy,

if he’d had the times that I’d had;

if he’d ran wild and free,

broken his arm,

got into fights,

stolen a farmer’s turnip.

I wondered if he’d had a mate like Smudger.

 

I just wondered when he was a youth

if he’d met the world like I did;

if he’d liked rock music,

found Bob Dylan,

partied all night,

had his heart broken.

I wondered if he’d met a girl like Jenny.

 

I just wondered, as a younger man,

if he’d found true love like I did;

if he’d fathered children,

watched them grow up,

had a full life,

set his soul at peace.

I wondered if he’d loved some one like Linda.

 

I just wondered where he’d gone wrong,

why he lived on the streets like this;

why he wandered in rags,

drinking cheap booze,

shouting out loud,

pushing his trolley.

I wondered why I’d been so fortunate.

 

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Nice Sunny Day

 

You were a good player

with a touch of class:

that thirty-five-yard blockbuster

you scored against All Saints

was absolute magic.

 

I used to clog around mid-field:

good job the team needed eleven.

 

Remember fatty Fraser in goal?

I nearly died laughing at his antics.

 

The Johnson boys:

bloody good defenders.

 

I miss those times,

those games,

that camaraderie,

that life;

we were two fit blokes

in those days.

 

Sorry about your leg.

 

No techno-wizardry

or magic pill for gangrene:

the old fashioned skill

of the surgeon’s saw.

 

I’ll push you around when I can:

we’ll have some wanders.

 

You can give me advice:

see if I can score

a thirty-five-yard blockbuster.

Some hope!

 

Nice, sunny day…

 

It’s good to be alive:

at least you’ve stopped smoking now.

 

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