I lie in bed and listen
To the shuffling steps of the old man
As he goes about unlocking his doors.
First the front one, always stiff,
He snorts with his success.
Shuffle shuffle past my bedroom
To the back door.
Aaah – the door swings open.
Thank God we had no fire overnight!
Shuffle shuffle, mutter, mutter!
I cannot see Les as a vibrant
Handsome young man,
but I know he was;
He taught my dad to play cricket
Where has the bowler gone?
Cruel time that does not care
What it does to strong healthy bodies.
Merciless time that turns a bowler’s run
Into shuffle, shuffle.
Time, the enemy of man!
Time, the friend that eventually
Sets man free.