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Mean Time

When I think it's time for bed,

You first raise a sleepy head.

When to dreamy dawn I wake

You at teatime take your break

I make lunch in noonday sun

As your long day's work is done.

You sit up till two or three

while we cook and eat our tea.

You are in tomorrow then.

Not just elsewhere, but quite elsewhen. 



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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 9th Jul 2020 12:07

If one's personal horizons have spread even further, I think growing older just means 'growing better'! I do realize not everyone has 'choice', or, perhaps, for diverse reasons, just cannot use it.

I so remember your froth of silver hair, like a banner of 'great thinking'. You were always very impressive, from top to toe. I loved it.

Big Sal

Mon 4th Dec 2017 17:20

I love tea, and rhyme.

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