The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Three boats ride at anchor in the calm night
Warning lights winking without respite
And the far headlands to left and right...
In terms of worldly achievement, no,
Not an impressive report to make:
Like, nothing published, whilst long ago...
