How long is it since we first met?
You say it’s forty years and yet
it doesn’t seem a moment since
we freaked out at the Freshers’ Dance.
It can’t be long since first we shared
our teenage news of bosoms bared
or studied prehistoric bogs
arrayed in mini skirts and clogs.
Your Charlie has become a Tom,
my Peter led to Jules, long gone.
We worked and built our older lives
but still our inner girl survives.
As we grow young, it’s good to know
there’s no such place as long ago.