Changes.

 None of us are who we were,

We lose our teeth, we lose our hair.

Our sight goes dim, our joints all ache,

Every day we slowly wake

To another day without any chores

And so we venture out of doors.

To supermarkets with bulging shelves

We wish we could indulge ourselves.

But times are hard

Money's scarce.

You have no need to check your purse.

You know damed well, what lies within

Just enough to buy a tin

Of beans or spaghetti, that's your choice.

You want to scream, and raise your voice.

But there's no point

Good times have flown,

And so you wander back alone

Back to the flat so cold and bare

There really is no comfort there.

But there you go, to relive the past.

Your family's gone, you are the last.

You sit alone, forlorn and blue

Gazing through a misty hue,

The times you had

The fun, the joys.

The photo's of young girls and boys.

Where are they now, alone like you?

Sitting there alone and blue.

Kitos.