Poem; A moment caught in time.

My thoughts' reach back
To a time, when there was
No entertainment, and you and I
Went to Nell's Café.
I was only sixteen, but thought
I had it all, when the jute-box called.
We sat drinking coffee, you and I
Listening to Johnny Ray, singing
The songs of that day.
Uniformed figures stood around,
And then, when the music stopped
It was put on again...and again!
The music played on, 'Walking my
Baby back home,' and 'Little white
Cloud that cried,' and I, with others
Was up on cloud nine, when in
My world everything was fine.
There was 'Sugar' the cook,
Only five feet tall, who was
Arrogant and cocky, trying to
Pull all the girls, who laughed,
Not wanting to give him a whirl.
And there was Andy, who wore
Teddy-boy clothes, sporty a D A
Haircut, a Londoner who looked
Out of place, in this  uptown place.
They all came here from the camp
Up the road, to find a friendly face.
You and I were so in love,
And on the way home on your motorbike,
You would sing to me on the darkest night,
'Walking my baby back home.'
Those were magical moments
That I recall, when I had you,
And wanted nothing more.

Augustine Nash.