J. Andrew & Son Funeral Directors, North Finchley-
The shop front is sober in grey
Artificial flowers sit permanently on display and
Cream blinds shroud the office behind.
A black clock ticks in the centre of the window-
Fourteen year old boy walking with a girl who likes
You more than you like her
You too will grow old
And on the top of your head will appear
a patch of embarrassed baldness
Forever in view of the birds who fly above you.