72 Miles From The Sea

Wednesday, 18 August 2021

My hearts protector

A guardian fierce and true

And love of my life

You are a beauty

And are divinely designed

But out of my reach

You only exist

In my precious book of dreams

But you seem so real

Professionals have an end of life

Inescapable, though they may try

Old accountants for example just

Lose their balance, they never die

The bitter irony of life is that by the time,

By whatever means, reason or rhyme

You're old enough to know your way

Around, you're not going anywhere anyway.

It's true that life begins at fifty

Of that I don’t think there’s a doubt

But it's then that everything else starts

To wear out, fall out, or spread out

I don’t know much about Russia

And I haven’t been there yet

But I do know one thing for sure

You mustn’t get the Kremlin wet