I guess it’s true we’re getting on in years,

with all the folderol that that entails;

the much-lamented passing of our peers;

the aches and pains as our own body fails.

 

More teeth are in a jar than in my mouth,

and nowadays I just don’t need a comb,

so by and large my life is heading south,

as my mortality is hammered home.

 

I hate to dwell on thoughts of my demise,

so gardening prevents me being bored,

but yesterday I came to realise

this love of nature is a two-edged sword;

 

I like to see the budding daisy shoots,

but not from the perspective of the roots!