When I was a small child, I liked milk and water
As a wary teen I met yogurt, strong coffee,
My taste for drinking sweet wines started much later
Loved sweets and chocolate, lost a tooth filling in toffee
Now I love to photograph, tall, fine, green palm trees
But I can't understand why a good God made snakes
Some people like small insects, not high seas, high trees
Fight dengue with insect spreay, you must give or take
Some people tramp the moors, the great cloudy outdoors
Others dance slow in a candle-lit, dim, disco
Brits like a soft carpet, Italians tiled floors
Don't like who you know? Then, no problem. Off you go!
Creative types like lived in houses; called, "A mess!"
Some stiff types like jackets with buttons and stiff zips
Hoarders are happily slopping around, half-dressed
Tiaras, pink ribbons, sealed packs of hair clips
Some like old jeans, torn, stained with paint, faded
Some like sequins, satins, smart high heels and glitter
Some like bow ties, dress codes, some shrug and are jaded
Some like smoth, soft silk, others think clothes don't matter
Some like green and red salad, healthy juice and fruit
Some would welcome my meals, others beeline to you
Some go barefoot, some love long, leather, kinky boots
Perplexed? Stand in the middle, unfazed, muddle through.
Sometimes it won't matter what you and I can say
With adults it's less stress to not make any fuss
Some unique people prefer to go their own way
Some are grateful for direction. Kids copy us!
My friend, the lawyer, her words echo in my head
Well-paid lawyers work researching all night and day
I'll always remember what she cynically said.
She warned, 'I don't give advice - unless people pay!'
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Garden City. Trees with sparkling lights. Scotts Road, Singapore. Photo by Angela Lansbury.
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