I can’t crib at being alive

It ain’t too bad. I got this place – 

A woman with a smashing face...

Hello, my light! The 391 is hurrying,

The trees whizz by the window and the air

(Conditioned) is quite cool...

Waterloo to Brentford and back 

To an horizon of writhing track

Rain on blue trains laying dust...

Let’s go to the Music Museum again,

Let’s fulfil that silly ambition – 

Each April to October we intend to and then...

“I’ll never be the same”

My heart was down when Abugs came

To share my cooker and my life...

Home, among the rooms and halls

Gold light falling on stripped pine

Daffs foam from the vase, the walls...

There is a happy chap called Pete

Whom Allie married, she’s so sweet – 

She understands each quirk...

Twenty years ago – this very time

What stage you were, I don’t recall – 

Cassie was on the way...

Dear, the night’s long gone, the moon’s 

A refugee, the sun’s about

These many hours to come...

Time is so brief I fear

In which to have you near

Your work extends you so...