When I'm old and gray

When I'm old and gray
and sitting in my home
I'll look back on my younger days
and think of my Liverpool home.

I used to frolic about the Cavern
watching the Beatles play
but now I'm old and thin and gray.

Walking around by the Pier Head
a hobby of mine it was
why I hear you ask
because, because, because.

Staring up at the Liver Birds
fascinated me so
never did they come
and never did they go.

I wish I were younger
so I could go back
to my Liverpool days
lying in the grass
the clouds a blurry haze.





By Dorothy Clements budding poet