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
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