Picture frames rearranged needlessly
Need they be
Stains and strains came and went it seems to me
Beleagueredly
All I gave him was a chance for conversation
To talk about his past
To talk about his life as a boy
As a boy becoming a young man
All I gave him was refuge, respite
From a day on the drink
From a day in the baking sunlight
An old man undone, without aim, hopeless
Corner stones, signposts, a simple conversation
Except that once, sat by Oliver Reed
Who were the other two, his partners in crime
Lee Marvin…Charles Bronson…I can't remember
I loved it down the pit
Never let you struggle, always an helping hand
Could have made it as a football professional
Always the captain; school, boys club, the county
Where he died, all the drinks of that day
Of the heart attack; commemorated
Every time it was my turn to buy
He put his hand in his pocket, on his tab today
We're going now, me and the lad
I'll shake your hand; it's been nice talking to you
Your girl, she enjoys herself
Believe me, you ought to
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