I'm sorry I don't seem to want to **** you any more,
But I still LOVE your homebaked apple pie.
Whilst it was always loin and groin and sweaty thighs before,
Now love's manifest in telly suppers; whilst we ignore
Jokes about 'Wrinklies' with that tolerance that you and I
Have gained from having "been there, done that (got the T-shirt)" -
and learning to endure
Increasingly creaky joints, the wrinkled skin and gnarled hands,
From remembering not to pee uphill; and just lasting, by
Not drinking too much coffee before a long journey, and
Together, clinging to the wreckage, knowing that the sands
Of time mean that, now, through the long night, wide awake we lie
Regretting pigging all that pudding ("Pass the cream jug") - that
homebaked apple pie!