Posted on 19th Jan 2022
A rabbit's habits A rabbit cohabits From sociable habits, Producing her young by the score. And when she is old Then her partner is told Not tonight bunny, I'm sore.
Posted on 7th Jan 2022
Lost time They say that time's a healer; well, I am ninety-three, it might work for the youngsters but time is killing me!
Posted on 20th Dec 2021
Transition As I transition seamlessly from mid-life crisis to the gentle senility of old age, I find myself contemplating profound questions; what is the real meaning of life and have I eaten my lunch yet. Sadly, both are equally difficult to answer.
Posted on 8th Dec 2021
Seasons of life
It’s fashion, it’s passion,
it’s sporting, it’s courting,
it’s all about falling in love.
It’s sowing, it’s growing
and yearning and learning
what it means to walk loved hand in glove.
It’s exploring, deploring,
it’s hoping and coping,
it’s having some muscles to flex.
It’s exciting, inviting,
it’s all new and all you,
the very invention of sex.
It’s working, some shirking,
a bit, to be honest, yes guv.
It’s slippage, it’s marriage,
it’s squadrons of children,
it’s learning the meaning of love.
It’s romantic and frantic,
energetic and hectic,
the busiest time of our life.
It’s stations, vacations,
and knowing you’ve found the right wife.
It’s grown kids and grandkids,
retirements and virements,
a warm, fluffy socks kind of love.
It’s possessions, impressions,
it’s cynical, clinical,
the need for a bit of a shove.
It’s grilling, it’s chilling,
it’s box sets and twin sets,
a chance for the world to slow down.
It is cocoa and go-slow,
it’s white hair, -where? -right there,
a stroll down the quiet side of town.
It’s aching and shaking,
it’s fresh ills and more pills,
above all a chance for reflection.
It’s objective perspective,
it’s welcome and wisdom,
a counting of blessings collection.
It is Lord Above love,
it is last minute faith,
thanks given for each shallow breath.
It’s tearful and cheerful,
it’s goodbyes and don’t cries,
Then finally, my friend, it is death.
Posted on 21st Nov 2021
Dementia I dreamed I was asleep but clearly was mistaken, as I showered in my undies, I could smell the care home's bacon. A woman with a badge on was washing off my bottom, I wish I was asleep, my life right now is rotten.
Posted on 20th Nov 2021
Contentment Whilst I'm usually okay in the skin I am in, I sometimes reflect on the years I was thin. When I had my own teeth and I still had some hair, my memory was good, I could quote from Voltaire. Many winters older and folk look at me like I'm stuck to their shoe or I fell from a tree. I am pleased that my missus has aged a bit too, I'm the house red and she's the grand cru.
Posted on 23rd Oct 2021
Fast forward Pacemaker fitted, poo tests for cancer, whatever became of that once great romancer. Regular health checks, heart rate is naughty and as for my pulse, it's two hundred and forty! The sex life, once active I thought was forever, Is slowly declining from rarely, to never. Each new health crisis brings on hypertension, I should have skipped childhood, moved straight to my pension!
Posted on 15th Oct 2021
Diagnosis Audiology, said, Cardiology, heard Neurology, the ward she did venture. Which is maybe as well, because, deaf as a bell, she also had early dementia.
Posted on 23rd Sep 2021
Oh well Forty five years we've been wed And it don't seem a day over forty, We never had need of a bed, You were sexy, and ever so naughty! Now, it's all aids and false teeth, Like a project that's got out of hand, Never knowing quite what lies beneath, As our hourglasses run out of sand.