It
was my seventieth year to Heaven*
It was my seventieth year to Heaven
And I cycled along the Bridgewater Canal
Marvelling at the waters and the colours and the light
It was my seventieth year to Heaven
And a neighbour smiled at me
And I was lit up inside
It was my seventieth year to Heaven
And my wife was ill
So I responded to her needs tenderly
It was my seventieth year to Heaven
And I thought about my late family
Mother, father, sister and the brother I never knew
It was my seventieth year to Heaven
And I biked along the Pennine Trail
And saw the wonder of the woods and water
With the sun shining through the bare trees
It was my seventieth year to Heaven
And I was on Malta
Dreaming of my death and talking of funerals
It was my seventieth year to Heaven
And my days are numbered
But thankfully I don’t know the score
It was my seventieth year to Heaven
And I felt good to be alive.
*With apologies to Dylan Thomas.
