Never thought to think and place the link to join the dots,lots of time to think of that right now,the fattened calf became the cow which gives no milk,'a sows ear made from silk' ,you say,
as well you may and I agree,wasted opportunity and chances  seldom come along the worn out way old way.
I pay my dues and win or lose it's all the same,the piper played a different tune and I being antsy danced too soon which was another time I did not think.
Now seeing dots before my eyes,a sign of age and no surprise,I try to separate them one from one and each dot carries me right on and to another,
I think and
this time I took the time, that seeing dots before my eyes is punishment for all the lies I told and ****** all to do with getting old,I may be wrong like many times before,but like pips wrapped round the apple core they grow.
I know that dots turn into spots and spots turn into one big blotch and so I watch,dots.
If dots are all I'm going to see and to join them makes another me,give me a pen so I can start,
and if I start to start again with coloured pen to join the dots there's lots more time to think,
I think.