Often pulled the Dragon's tail
Through dangers days in life's travail,
Sweet, the taste of risk survived
Whilst cheating Reaper's plot, contrived,
Feeling hot sweat crease the brow
Not understanding... why or how?
Chance, that fickle, flighty touch
May push my luck, that inch too much....
Then knowing well, on that fine day,
I'll meet my bitter end...and pay!

Ha... Wouldn't change a minute of it all,
Love it!!

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ