Eighty Five
The bio for Frank L Ashen appears with the poem "What a difference a year makes ". I am grateful to my cousin Gillian in Australia for sending me a copy of this one. EIGHTY FIVE To be alive at eighty five, must be Wonderful! Some may say. To me it seems it’s not a dream, It’s just another day. Four score and five – and still alive! With congratulations freely flowing, The fact remains at eighty five It’s the tablets keep you going! The nimbleness of yesteryear, Oh, the joie de vivre! More likely now to be just a touch of fever. The easy movement, smoothness and agility Gives way (ha ha) I have to say, to “Ouch! My bloomin’ knee!” My poor old car is ageing too But we’ve managed to get around. With eyes on the blink causes me to think Whether motoring is quite sound. So if my eyes won’t help me see Is it I who needs the M.O.T.? Even the garden, all neatness and splendour, With grass well cut and beds well made! Now a case o