The parties are over
The cakes all devoured,
The toys played wth
And back in their box;
And our role is complete
Time has us beaten,
The buying of satchels
And pairing socks;
What is left for us now?
No youth left to sweeten
Our narrowing days,
Just golden hair locks
Kept in a packet
Along with a baby tooth,
Gone, the tide outrushing
From between the rocks.