Sydney

There we were - Alf and I - Pharaohs, surveying those white pyramids - Nests of ibis - ovulating - Opera. Across the bridge we danced, Swaying o'er the waves below - Spectred lovers on a phantom ship - Drifting snug into port - oh, so were we. Yes, There we were - Alf, you - left me, As you cantered away on your white steed. I'm diverting - like a white capped copper By the Circular Quay - away - From Darling Harbour - rolling - Onto the Rocks. Yet, in Neutral Bay, I - last - heard you say, You'd be selling me down At King's Cross. So bye - my Alfie - it's over - Just city lights and squalor - for me - With whisky and history - this old bag lady Stares dreamily over the sea. The ancestral shackles I feel - loosening, Pushed out - by the will to be free.