London Calling

An old friend visited today, no longer young Men Our hair changed, not with dyes or clippers anymore Two silver foxes, a little rounder than before We both have partners now, I have kids Where once warehouse raves and Oxford st debauchery stood Now roast pork and red wine abound A bottle shared, just slightly older than the story of us The bonds that held us together remain unbroken We laugh and shared our tales, those funny sayings we had Where’s so and so now, and how did we get here? Twelve years, as if no more than a weekend had passed Promises to make it sooner next time A warm embrace and gently to bed I love you brother