When you are beween Seven and Eight
As everybody knows
You get a lot pleasure from
Washing your face and counting toes
You get a lot of pleasure
From tying a shoe lace
From pulling on elastic
And feeling a piece of lace
Others like to measure you
See if you're small or tall
When really the important job
Is fixing magnets on a wall
From pouring a glass of water
Making a cup of tea
From looking in a mirror
Thinking that nice person's me
From seeing younger people
Have got left so far behind
Unlike you, the elderly
Are limping, deaf and blind
Now I'm in my second childhood
Between seventy and eighty
The tiniest of tirumphs
Solve problems which seem weighty
Politics and religion
Are strange, irrelevant beliefs
What''s import is a full night's sleep
And did I clean my teeth?
Toothpicks. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
A granny and a grandchild
They both understand
That life's most important question
Is, will you hold my hand?
-ends-
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