CLICKETY – CLICK
I was 66 just yesterday
Some say what a fine old age,
Others say it all depends on your own life’s page
You are as old as you feel, I am being told
In that case 66 is not too old
I got out of bed with a spring in my step
And down the stairs I bounded
My wife, as a treat, wanted to go on a trip
To take me to a new Garden Centre
And so, I thought, at 66, that sounds quite enough adventure.
When we arrived (for we had been lost)
I climbed from the car and smiled
I will just take my walking stick, I declared
leaving my scooter in the boot for later
It will be easier that way for my needs to be catered.
But as we wandered down long beds of flowers
And lines of new gardening tools
My decision, I knew, to use just my stick, was indeed that of a fool
My legs did shake and my back did ache
And my eyes insisted I stay awake!
I suddenly found a surprising new interest,
In the conservatory garden furniture
Not that I bothered the salesman there,
I just wanted to find a comfortable chair!
To ease the cares my body now felt
This left my wife free to wander the lanes
And me the chance to ease my pains
Fairly soon I was joined in my lonely corner
By another man trying a chair
He smiled as he sat with a look of lost cares
‘Nice furniture’ I remarked to him
He smiled ‘Oh, I just needed a chair for a rest’
It was then I decided, accept the age and condition that you are in,
With wonky legs and a foggy head
Don’t be 22 when there’s such pleasure in being 66!