Simon Four

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