There can be days when things are so good
When everything works, as it should
The odd ache and pain to be understood
Trying to recall, if only I could…

Bending and stretching not a good thing
Reaching and running, I’d rather sing
The kettle is whistling on the gas ring
Will I be around to see the new King ?

It’s not so bad on a day to day
Photo albums, things I meant to say
Remembering music we used to play
Forgetting the gas bill I have to pay

Life will continue even when I sleep
New generations, fortunes to reap
Marriages with lots more secrets to keep
Perhaps hills to climb, not seeming so steep

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