WALK THE LINE

Remember when the world was filled with endless possibilities, when each day promised fresh adventures, when we thought we knew it all, believed ourselves indestructible, had energy in abundance, unwrinkled skin, were slim?  
There's something about the arrival of Spring, particularly when it's been long awaited, that has an energizing and invigorating quality, and brings to mind the heady escapades of youth and the illusion of freedom that we enjoyed in those carefree years.

THE RAILWAY LINE

We walked together side by side,
at dusk along the disused line,
restless and glad to be outside.
I had Woodbines, you brought cheap wine.
Fifteen, unthinkingly alive,
truants from our suburban Drive,
we talked excitedly of life
how we had cracked it, knew the score.
We worked the cork out with your knife
then drank sweet wine and wanted more.
We smoked our fags, ignored the cold, 
could not imagine being old.