I Can Work It Out

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I have taken lots of late-career
Beatles tribute acts and helped them
see the paradox of a seventy
year old Lennon – lean and creased
like Jagger – eyeball to eyeball still
with McCartney, washed up Yoko
rolling her eyes like the rest of us
at another Pepsi tour and fat LP.

Half a dozen sessions later
they usually disband and retire
on State Pension or take up jobs
in DIY Stores, never again
to speak of those wasted years.
In the Manager’s strip-lit office, clean,
they gaze at past Employees of the Month,
and think of what might have been.



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