The roses are beautiful this year with all the dry weather The daisies lift their smiling faces to the afternoon sun Most blossoms are fine and healthy with there being less wind At last we are having summer
Caught in the coils of indifference It's so hard to want to care About anything much Even my flow of poetry Has become a problematic prostate dribble Such are the joys of old-fartdom Come day go day Wishing my aches and pains away Life goes on
I remember things that used to worry me What was I thinking of? None of it mattered Young people take the poses that once were mine And they make me smile With amused fondness and nostalgia I am envious of their innocence But mostly their energy I need a nap Life goes on