with a bright yellow jacket on, for warning so much traffic,
bought for me by my loving wife.
If I’m lucky, she comes along as well,
Wearing thick gloves and furry hat.
Sometimes it’s with someone else,
OK, but not the same as a loving chat.
I am generally much slower; one eye is fuzzy.
And a bit fuddy-duddy with arthritic joints,
And often I miss the most important points,
as my hearing is poor and I get into muddle,
but there’s nothing quite so lovely as a good warm cuddle.
Nightmares! My first wife’s children, now in their 60’s
have stolen all my money and are brutal as it comes.
They want to imprison me in one of those State Care Homes.
For now I’m pleased to be in Seaford with such a friendly crowd.
This may be doggerel, but I say “Thank God”! out loud.
Not a time for self-pity. There is suffering beyond Sussex
too ghastly to comprehend. How will it all end?
In church I prayed very deeply for peace for us and for all the world.
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