The mood swung
as the door burst its hinges
they stared one hand hidden
he smiled both hands on his hips
the bar tender rested his towel on the bar
slowly reaching
the smoke cleared enough to recognise him
Is this the Pink Elephant the drag Queen screamed
the crowd screamed back with excitement
the bar tender grabbed the key for the changing room
your late, he said
No your impatient said the Queen, with a wink

Excuse me said the lady with the white frilled blouse and long black skirt, top off with a large white feather on a musketeers hat.
His eyes swept from bottom to top and back again, Yes, said the man in the ticket booth.
The train, steam tumbling out of its funnel was ready to go Pheee Pheee went its cry.
Is that my train said the woman handing over her ticket, I thought I was late!
NO, said the eyes behind the black hat named 'Great Western Railway' your on platform 6, that train is on platform 7.  
O' what time does my train leave?
5 minuets ago:) you are late!
A smile cracked over his face, reveling few teeth.

When sorrow befriends you
Let it flow over you
To wash away your grief
As the last drop sinks
Joy will hold your hand
And guide you
Sit awhile
And wait
The sun will rise

I move around a bit, the streets are now my home
I watch people talking to the air, as if they're on their phone
Some people look at me, sigh, and then they wonder why
I'd tell them if they stayed long enough and look them in the eye
On the plus side I have no bills pay or buy petrol for the car
The doors of opportunity are still open? or maybe just ajar
The nights, I can tell you stories about the nights while your tucked safe in your bed
When all the lights in this downtown City turn a dodge shade of red
So, I keep my head down until the morning, when the bin men loudly arrive
Count the money spread out on my mat and thank God I'm still alive
You see, I lost everything dear to me, now I'm destitute and alone
That's why I move around a bit, and the street are now my home

He told me stories of his youth
while we sat close to the burning fire
The wood crack loudly as the coal turned red
and the chimney ****** the embers higher and higher

He told me stories of the ghosts that scamper about in the dark night
he met one once on the way to the loo that turned his hair bright white
And then the time he was fetching coal when he was just a boy of ten
and in the morning walking to the coop to collect breakfast from mother hen

My granddad and his stories who I still love so very much
At home time, he would kiss me smile and say, see you tomorrow, “last touch”

O, the stories he told me I remember to this day
And still rue the time of our lives when all granddads are taken away

The snowdrops are sleeping and the daffodils all spent
you look across the rolling fields amazed at what spring has sent

The wild blue bell a vibrant but such tender a flower
carpets the earth in a haze of blue with all its earthly power
nodding heads on tender stems ever so slightly bent
blows in the breeze so gentle scattering wide its fragrant scent

To lay with blue bells feel the sun and hear the song birds sing
a spell of truth cannot be broken when you wear the fairies ring

Tulips gone over but the rose buds are full
A field full of heifers and a drooling mad bull

Sat in the summer house with a favorite book
Tadpoles busy in the still mountain brook

A pint in the beer garden, make your call on the phone
Sorry love still in work I'll be a little late home

Lovers giggling in the high hay loft
Butter in the butter dish gone soft

A holiday brochure, licence to travel
Head in your hands,  best deals to unravel