I come towards the corner
But don’t sit in the corner
After all
It is the time for a new beginning
Yet still with black Americano
Instantly I think back
To more than fifty years ago
When girls and boys would be girls and boys
Always, to think well of oneself
Yet of course, altogether desperately uncertain
Would she really want to go out with me
What kind of a life had I to offer
Yet what a life it’s been, so far
No, there hasn’t been a constant companion
But sufficient dangerous liaisons
To bring fervent touches of spice and colour
New opportunities to discover now
Away from the seats on the sidelines
New eyes to be re-opened
Once the cataracts are removed
