The same old questions – where to eat?
What shall I do from now till then?
Somewhere in England rise again
In a life that’s half complete,
Wandering from theatre to theatre –
Which may be worse, which may be better.
Down Lichfield Street, the lights turned on
For Christmas glow against a sky
That’s dusty orange – a coloured sigh
For that late autumn sun just gone.
It’s merry, lovely; shan’t complain
Or sing “I miss you” once again
Each sparkling light is just for you,
That fond rich autumn sky as well,
The blest bus, the bright shop tell
Those tales of which I’ve written a few!
Of lovers who, though kept apart,
Live together in one heart.