Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Everybody Knows comical poem 633 by Angela Lansbury

 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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