Nil By Mouth
It’s been many years my friend
Since we first saw the pouring rain
Drinking together in the golf course heather
As the last of the snows froze our Mothers’ pain
Me hesitating before almost dating
The sisters of the girls in the years above
You too shy for the boy of your eye
And the why that we never spoke of
Mr. Sime reading Dylan Thomas
The Rolling Stones on a record player
The South Beach Hotel and The Temple Bar
Oh to be here all that we were there
Long banished since the Aye Fond Kiss
On a links’ back nine the drink finds the rough
One harsh word between us now is one too many
And yet somehow a million never seems quite enough
