In early December
I heard
The dawn bird
And did remember
Another year
Will soon end.
My friends
Are growing older.
I hear
Pretty young women
Ask me
About family matters.
There will be
No more sinning.
Merely hot tea
And matters
Of domesticity
For me.
K Morris - Poet 
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