What have you got

Well I remember when all I had to spend was time
We walked, and talked, sometimes in mime
laughed and cried, nearly died,
on a ferry boat we dreamed
while all the time sun and cheer beamed
loved the the smell or sound, just enjoyed being around
then I grew and all was not the same
my shape, my hair, my look , my name
crossing the magic mersey was great joy
I guess twas the same for girl or boy
now alas the eyes grow dim
was he ever worth it, no not him
progress I mean that evil thing
I hate the winter but no more love spring
in my autumn so they say, I rise another day
how I wish we now had time and I could
re-spend mine.

By Mary Scondane