On the bench for Eddie Northway
Sat looking out to sea
With sunlight on the ripples
Of the memories for you and me
Waiting for the news of the future
A momentous turn of life
With the deity of the past behind us
Remember: the two-step of Johann Cruyff
I dare not, do not, say not
With hopes to occupy the mind
I am not, here not, say not
With thoughts reaching for sublime
Why are, why do, why why
With hornets, wasps and bees
The warm sun is the reason
For promenades by palm trees
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
I have been putting it off
But I can do so no longer
I have to face up
To a life to be lived alone
On the 17th of October
I will sign on the dotted line
As the tenant of 14, The Green
On the Revesby Estate
I have made plans of the layout
As you might expect
And modified the timetable
To acknowledge the changes
But, as to giving any thought
Of how life is to be lived
Well no, no I have not yet found
The way to access that particular realm
The practicalities will be practically determined
But the spirituality, the nurture of the inner being
That may take a little while, to reference
The depths of deeper consciousness
The calm
Of St Marys
Is not the surf
Of Sennen Cove
The peace
That lasts
Is not the distress
Of a return
The butterfly
With vanilla wings
Is not the mirage
From your garden
This is Sennen Cove
As it was
As it is
As if
That will be the way
This is Sennen Cove
As it is
As it was
As if
Always this is the way
