ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

I can’t believe I’ve reached an age
when times I held most dear,
tease every effort to recall,
more so each passing year.

I can’t believe I’ve reached an age
when shorts and shirts unpressed
I wear to local shopping marts
reflecting who cares mode of dress.

I can’t believe I’ve reached an age
when dinner’s served at six,
and friends around for Scrabble
provide my daily fix.

I can’t believe I’ve reached an age
when bits of me each night,
are left in special places
awaiting morning’s light.

But most of all I can’t believe
when once it’s dark I find,
I’m thinking “Time for PJ’s”
And sleep, just sleep, is on my mind.

You'd better believe it Wazza.

Sad, but love it!
Trish

You can still write pretty well Wazza. Welcome back.

Cheers, Jeff

Nice one Wazza - sad but true, and therefore brings a wry smile!

Did you mean crochet , Matt

A glass of port before bedtime is a bacchanalia for me.

What about the Poetry is Crochet in Words seminar. Now we're talking.

Yes Neville ... but I keep on smiling.
Only sad when I think about it Trish / Catherine (which is often. )
Thanks Jeff and Matt.