There’s both a lot to remember
As well as nothing at all
There’s a dog no longer barking
It’s the rise before the fall
Look behind to the beach huts
And the ferry waiting for the call
It’s the out of season vacations
For those pensioners on a roll
You might forgive me the blue skies
After a lifetime reliving Love on the Dole
I could be a porter on a mail train
Or a diarist for my old friend Adrian Mole
