Change, that's what's need
Leave our egos in bed
Let our imaginations roam
Che and I rarely saw eye to eye
As we passed below the Oxford Circus
Clowns hanging around
Learning to pontificate, always
Too early, always too late
Face death, be bereft, grow up
Read the book written in the stars
In the etchings of a beloved's face
Grow wise, no disguise
Learn that nothing lasts.
Che & I shared
An unsteady silence. He suspected
Me. I suspected him.
He knew he was right
I doubted his slogans.
Even then. World without
End. Not so-many ch-ch-changes. then.
Except the cost of living.