Shall

Shall I give my pen a rest and also my tongue?

I am old with memories of being young.

I cannot live in memory, the future beckons bright.

If I told half the tales I tell we would be here all night.

What is life for, why are we here, oh give my head a rest!

I only know nothing is worthwhile unless you do your best.

Now back to my nest.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2016

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