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.