They're electrifying the train lines
Putting public art on the bridges
And it's just the sort of thing you've
Been writing in for
John just giggles on his saucer
He's visiting from Australia
He's come home for a cup of tea
And to borrow your car
And you say son watch your speed
On the main street
They shouldn't have kept in the crossings
They've turned walkers into
Targets out there
Still it seems better now
Out doing the rounds for the shopping
Small grocers are appearing again
Selling flowers outside
And you're attracting smiles from the café
You check your hair in the window glass
And like John says
You really do look better
Now you're all the way grey
Always wanted to be a wise old man
When you ran for council
They called you a frustrated librarian
And you saw what they could do
With their money from developers
Their people at the papers
They turned your own family against you
Still you didn't hold it against the kids
When they begged to move away
Because you were born before
The motorway system
And you would wait for a new day
As long as it would take
And maybe it's today
As you stare at the rain cleaned
Other side of the street
In new spring sunlight
Maybe it's today
As the cars bank up at the railway lines
Maybe it's today
As you step outside with groceries
On your shoulder
Maybe it's today
As the children snigger at the
New sculpture
And a car speeds around the corner
And you try to make eye contact
With the driver in time
Maybe it's today