In early December
The dawn bird
And did remember
Will soon end.
Are growing older.
Pretty young women
About family matters.
There will be
No more sinning.
Merely hot tea
Yes Kevin … time is marching quicker and our gaits are moving slower
That is undoubtedly the case, Ivor. To rephrase Hamlet, it would be good if, like a crab one could go backwards. Or maybe not. Kevin
I now have little old ladies with their wheel-pushers passing me on the footpath … maybe I am already going backwards, and I’ve lost forward gear …
Take care, Ivor. Those little old ladies seem sweet, but they can be very vicious in my experience! Seriously, I go at a fair old pace, and often find elderly gentlemen and ladies with walking sticks standing to one side and saying “please go-ahead”. I sometimes think how one day this may well be me. Best wishes. Kevin
Thanks Kevin … I’ll put some snail bait out to slow them down ..
Thanks for the smile, Ivor! Kevin
My pleasure Kevin
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Thank you for the share, Michael. All the best. Kevin