I’ve heard so much rubbish in my life I might as well go deaf.
I don’t know if I’m right or left.
I see good and bad in everything, for every Winter there is a Spring.
It’s how you use it, not what you do.
Or how you do it, that is true.
Should I put my head in the sand like an ostrich and say everything is grand?
I have not shut my eyes and ears, you reduce me to tears.
Don’t realise my worst fears.
I am a man of seventy-six years.
23rd August, 2017