..My memory fades like weathered snaps,

The freckles made are at my back,

The sun has left an ageing clue,

To brighter days when I held you,

Now teenage ways are cutting through..

..I search the stars through misty eyes

Ships in the night reach foreign skies

My stomach teased by butterflies

A fool's heart jokes but can't tell lies..

..we set off slowly to a hill and a bend

but dropped a picture of a dear friend

along came a shiny new Mercedes Benz

with cutting smiles over knuckles and gems..

I can't smell the char

I can't see the scorch

Cos I clean my boots

On my neighbour's porch..

..But men with needs . Turn tides and sands

Their referendums . Scorch the lands..

Replacing seeds . Of life for brands

and fools rush in . with cold press pans..

..Belinda wants “an honest man,

With flowing hair, all over tan

A love of fresh oysters

And a good appetite” ..