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',
poised,
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