the wind is stronger than me I’m a weakling blown about in the air without an inkling of where this is going to take longer than I thought for such an unimportant poem
tend not to write ****** verse not that I’ve anything against the innocent fumbling to find the right words, but why on earth would I tell someone else ..
my phone rang the only person who rings me these days is my wife and she was sitting next to me so I ignored it and carried on with what is left of my life
the only people who read newspapers now are on trains or in cafés, or over sixty in the pub sitting alone doing the crossword puzzle really, how they make any money