Simon Four

You used to be fine, to drink alone, your laugh stronger than wine, no need for weak tea, humour lachrymose, jokes your repartee, now what you find, hearing the groans, what it is to be blind, the rain starts to cease, you carry the stones, of that certainty, speak when it’s right, never do the ‘phone , everything keeps for a while, you need to believe, what used to be so, when we all dreamed, you found the line, that you cross leaving home, the stuff bathed in time, is all that gone?