When you hear them they say,
The Old Girl’s gone round the bend,
It’s a kindness to pause and suspend
Those thoughts of “This – is the living end!”
Reflect on the new change of view,
It’s a scenario to be faced by you
In the end, and you can’t pretend to suspend
The reality of slow-cooked meat and vegetable stew
With thyme, wine, spice, bay leaf,
An affair or flutter or two,
The brew comprises a lifetime portrait;
The true hue,
Of you.
– Joy Starr
© 2008
jbf@fergus.com
Revised 4/13/2008