1966

White edges around

A square shape

Memory captured a

Single second so long ago

Though blackened

Though I, dark

She is holding

Looks just like

The one we used to have, have

Her cat, her red dress

Is 1966

The eighteen, i'm hazed

Not a bin being emptied

Your green hair, fading

My red lips, staining

The cups I'd tea that

Hung above the sink

That face there, groovy

The kettle, steaming

Our camper laid, are dreaming

Took the whole after me

Her cat, her blue dress

Is 1966

The Beatles said they're more

Popular than Jesus

Though they can work it out

Her cat, her white dress

And I hear sixty-six

The handheld calculator

Hasn't been an' entered our home