Here they come
Walking in the half light
Shuffling their feet
Hunched in the beautiful rain
Medals don’t glisten now
Dulled in the dawn showers
And by the twilight of age
Old men now
Their number fading
Coming to remember
Mistakes of yesterday

In this instant
We are perfect love
You my slice of gherkin
Pulled from this Quarter Pounder
In my lonely lunch hour
In this moment
We belong together
Me with my girly locks
And ten-dollar shades
You with your touch of tomato sauce
If only love could be this simple