National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Wednesday, 26 April 2023

Young and now

When i was young, I could run all day
Prance over fields, climb bales of hay
Climbing trees without a care
Because I'm young and can! So there

Now I'm old, can't walk all day
My allergies! They don't like hay
To climb a tree, would not be great
It's bound to topple with my weight

Roll down hills when I was young
Dancing in the bright warm sun
Skip upon the river stones
Then leapfrog all the way to home 

Now I cannot climb a.....hill!
Getting heatstroke takes some skill
If I skipped on river stones
I'd be in hospital far from home











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