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It is The Kobalts. Streets of Sadness came a long time after this gig which I believe was at RAF Cottesmore. Photo taken by Peter Davies a long time supporter of the band.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE SINGER, POETMAN?
As with all old rockers — this happened
YOUNG AND IN YOUR PRIME
When you were young and in your prime
You never thought of passing time
The challenge that each new day brought
A chance to live, a girl to court
Seize the moment, seize the day
Can’t let a minute slip away
But minutes soon turn into hours
And age reduces all your powers
No matter how you fight and try
Those fun-filled days soon pass you by
One minute you think life’s a breeze
And then you start to cough and wheeze
That body you thought lean and honed
Has soon become just skin and bone
Strange how inside you still feel
Your body’s young and sprung like steel
But gasping as you climb to bed
You know it’s just inside your head
How cruel the thoughts of passing time
Now you’re not young and in your prime
© Don Holmes
Well done @ poetman says ;>) Very good & how so true ,Thanks