Past the old churchyard there in my mind,
I could walk that path even if I were blind.
In the hot sunlight barely a sound heard,
The buzzing of a bee, the singing of a bird.
Such wonderful silence now I'm there on my own
Away from the laptop and dread mobile phone,
And that long blonde gormless prat
With his loud voiced banal chat
Telling all the world and its wife
All the boring details of his life.
Oh for the days when we were more reserved
And personal lives got the privacy they deserved.
Silence is golden and we all deserve our space
Without some idiot burbling away in our face.
And oh for the ability to roll back the years
When I had the strength to soundly box ears.
So I retreat to the past held in my brain
Until either me or the idiot get off the train.
