I have prayed – it is not my survival
Alone I pray for that would make no sense –
I am joined – a pair that knows no rival
Is my sole unity – and my defence
Its power, we believe, is finally God’s
Redeemed in love we overcome all odds.
All through the years every now and then
I’ve made my lists and packed my bag
To leave old Brentford town again...
When I think of the parts I don’t play.
The minuscule oeuvre of my writing career
I look at you...
