I walk at a fair old lick
And pass many elderly men and women
With their walking stick.
And, should impatience try to master me
I recall that December
Comes to us all.
And find within me a temporary humility.
I walk at a fair old lick
And pass many elderly men and women
With their walking stick.
And, should impatience try to master me
I recall that December
Comes to us all.
And find within me a temporary humility.
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Many thanks for sharing, Michael. Kevin
Impressive! Thank you for sharing, Kevin! Enjoy your day! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m pleased you enjoyed reading my poem. You also, enjoy your evening. I had a good day, thank you! All the best. Kevin
Beautifully penned! Love this work of yours!
Thank you. I’m delighted you love my work! Kind regards. Kevin