Remember those days when you could
Maybe we shouldn’t talk about
The mirror and your reflection
Youthful sagging face and
Lines grey hairs all in one

Remember those days when that face there
Maybe we shouldn’t talk about
And she looked back at you
And you had some respect
Not plasticity
Deceitful calloused lies

Do you remember those times when
Maybe we shouldn’t talk about
When temptation was fate and things
Were always in the future
Instead of locked far in the past

Remember those days when
Maybe we shouldn’t talk about
Love was poetry pretty under fairy lights
Child’s duvet up to ears
And not the constant rattle of trains
Or teeth and people round your head
Not mirrors around every corner
' . ' . ' . ' .Do you remember those days when
And no stains and murky walls
No dripping taps and callers’ raps
No drinking late but drinking late
With other people’s smiles

Remember days when nights were days
Maybe we shouldn’t talk about
And you could laugh without your face
Cracking like glass despair

Remember remember when it wasn’t
Sallow and we didn’t talk about
What maybe we shouldn’t talk about
Maybe we shouldn’t say
But you are old my friend
Tarnished unpolished silver
A richness spoilt with time
With slime and other people’s gore
A lifeless filthy
Sagging fucked up whore