I Can’t Believe It

[alongtimegone]

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.

[Neville Briggs]

You'd better believe it Wazza.

[Trisha Patterson]

Sad, but love it!
Trish

[Jeff Thorpe]

You can still write pretty well Wazza. Welcome back.

Cheers, Jeff

[Catherine Lee]

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

[Neville Briggs]

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.

[alongtimegone]

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