The Wildest Parties

We indulge in the wildest parties;
dress in clothes from Carnaby Street.

My artist friend is inspired
by all these night time scenes;
transforms them into dreams.

We frequent clubs in Soho,
stay with squatters by Marble Arch;
drab walls glammed up in splendour
with your pretty Chinese art.

We stumble into gutters;
greet sunrise by the Thames.

Partying hard soon takes its toll;
one more trip before our fall.

Fifty years, my dear friend,
since you sadly passed away;
your gifts of art, our memories,
hang proudly on my wall.