Now we are 70

Over the  seabass with capers and lemon
(which is delicious).
we talk about dying, and women.

“I’ll go in an instant,” he says,
“Just like a snuffed candle.
The doc says I’ve got a bad heart
so the chances are good.”

“I shall die like a king,” I reply,
with family round and a priest to say prayers.
Death’s just a rumour.
“ We’ll go on for years.”

And nobody mentions pain.

The waitress brings coffee- she’s slender and Polish
with summer sky eyes and a devilish smile.
He wants his strong, and I want mine stronger.
We bicker like schoolboy and try to impress her.
We’re clever, we’re witty. We’ve got bags of style.