15.

Lying in bed thinking of the times
My veins seemed to flow more with wine
I don't think I should
Consider the past so hastily
It's after all what got me in this mess
More fool me.
It's surely time to now move
To pastures new
But every time I move on I'm knocked back
Oh what's the use?
But now and again you talk to me
As a man and not a child.
My olden days drift away of when I was so wild.
We discuss the future and where we both want to be.
Your my relative and I consider us to be bound by family.