Walking once again in the Christmas time
With all the money worries it makes,
Reminds me of the first time we met
Both skint but still good mates,
John walked me home from his friend's party
In the Autumn of Sixty Two,
Over forty years on and we're still walking
And still with worn out shoes,
We're now in the Autumn of our lives
And the hats are a tell tale sign,
But we still manage a runner from a restaurant
Although the piles play havoc at times,
He traded the scooter for a Reliant Robin
A three-wheeler with a Turbo sticker,
But like the Vespa we may as well ride tandem
Because with no brakes we can't go any quicker,
But hey! It's Christmas and time to party
Remember those cheap whip round days,
Thirty bob would always fill our boots
It wouldn't spill an eyewash these days,
But John can squeeze an ole Brown eyes number
And my new hip allows a twirl with splits,
But his heart is willing but now a little frail
And I seemed to have mislaid a few bodily bits.
Still Crazy After All This Time
Jessie Morton