Living to be one-hundred and three, is not quite the prize it’s been cracked up to be!
What if they thought we didn’t care If they gave in to deep despair And one day they just were not there…
What can’t be fixed with push and shove we’ll mend, instead, with endless love.
If yours is an exclusive clique, which denigrates the poor or weak, You've named it wrong
Did you ever have, like me, a very favourite old oak tree?That sheltered you, when you were young – strong branches climbed or, from ropes, swung?Where creatures lived, lichens as well, and then, one windy dayit fell. Expecting loss,an empty space,one day, I visit that same placeI stand,amazed. Had I knownhow wondrous large those roots [...]