72 Miles From The Sea

Monday, 12 July 2021

I have learned in my time

When you’re in the midst of it

That life sometimes

Gives you a second chance at it

I spend half an hour searching

for my glasses beside the bed

Only to discover that they

were on the top of my head

It's sad that in Democratic America

That Black Friday gives them more of a lift

Than Good Friday, as they are more

Interested in bargains than the greatest gift

Sex at sixty is all very well

But it’s a bit do or die

Slowing down is better

And pulling into a lay-by

At my advanced age I’m sometimes

Overwhelmed by the urge to get home

Get into my elastic waisted trousers

And enjoy the comfort of the room

I once knew a girl called Jo

I called her Jo the Trumpet

A bit of a musical strumpet

She was certainly crumpet

But her lips were hard and dry

The first sign is forgetting names

And that really makes you frown

Then you forget to pull your flies up

Finally, you forget to pull it down