Remember those days we'd all dress for a flight
Now all hoodies and trackie bottoms,
an almost ghastly sight
Remember those days your mum would call you in for tea
Sat down with just four channels,
with only one ITV
Remember those days when you only had one best friend
Not over a thousand nobody's, who just want to be on trend
Remember those days,
checking scores on Teletext
And looking for flights, that little bit cheaper, flick over onto Ceefax
Thoughts of better times,
when Freddie sang that,
these were the days of our lives
Well those day's will always ring true,
and hold hope,
in our nostalgic side

JJB

One job
One chance
One hit
One love that he would never miss

Money is a currency that can rule the heart
Fluidity an exception from finish to a new start

A mask to cover any emotion once worn
This life I commit to a bond now sworn
Love an attachment to which I am torn
Sometimes I wonder to another life born

Occasionally a glimpse of a face vaguely similar
A heartbeat regretting a love to find familiar

As I retire from a life with times I'd rather forget
Still thinking of her smile, a warmth I now regret

The Hitman and Her

JJB

Waking from my slumber
Thinking God now had my number
Every machine beeping, attached to these tubes
The rest of my life, now using easy access ****
Used to love reading the paper whilst on the loo
Now manual evacuation, just to do a poo
My skin and my bones now always laid bare
Getting used to this life, in my wheelchair

JJB