As inevitable as a farm track's newly laid dung

Is the poetry competition aimed at the young.

What about those who have progressed to age,

With long life to savour and flavour the page?.

 

I make the case for a competition for the old

Who write what they know and not what they're told;

Let's have more from knowledgeable old fogeys

Still rattling along like a steam loco's bogies!

 

Conjuring up inspiration from experience and truth

Not found in the backpacks of imagining youth,

And - please - no suggestion of any apology

For soliciting entries for an "aged"" anthology.

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