A Social Chat

How old do you feel today?

Uh ninety two

Are those steps getting the better of you?

 

The weans are making a noise

At the Ninety Second decibel

A doctor’s waiting area can be hell

 

Hang the blessed patients

Because the illnesses that they constantly describe

Say everything about their lives

 

My mobile fell asleep

On the back seat of the bus

My forgetfulness makes me cuss

 

But low and behold a bit social chat

With a lost property bus driver

Saved me many a fresh fiver

 

Today I volunteered to be green

A day a week on a Wednesday

Keeping weeds at Low Barns at bay

 

More opportunity for social chat

A bit exercise and meeting people of all varieties

It’s the social mix that gives a life it’s notoriety

◄ A New Beginning

A Start ►

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