Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
All through the years every now and then
I’ve made my lists and packed my bag
To leave old Brentford town again...
Remember that time we sat out
With coffee, doing lists?
Filled with contentment and without...
