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.
28th July, 2016