Another Day Older

Me and my son

were in this bar

that was playing Loo Reed.

I ordered a pint for myself

while he pulled from the bottle

I'd slipped him earlier.

Then there was this girl

dancing, long hair swirling

everywhere. She was

a lot older than him

but we watched,

made to offer a 'Quaver',


thought about it,

then eat it himself.

Going back on the ferry.

The hail had stopped.

He was blowing kisses

at the Liver Birds;

enthralled by the waves.

Strapping him into his buggy

I said, ' I guess

We're both another day older.

By Kemal Houghton