You reach an age there’s no guarantees

What will your life be like in three years?

I like to think in three years time

I will be still alive.

Though you reach an age

There’s no guarantees

And I’ll be seventy five.


I hope I’ll still be living

Much as I do now

Fit and healthy for my age

But you can never know.


I worry about my memory

I struggle and forget

I’m learning new things

To stretch my brain

Fresh challenges to be met.


We’ll downsize our allotment

To make it easier there

We’ll experiment with ‘No Dig’

A different way to grow.


Perhaps help in the garden

To help with bigger shrubs?

But we hope to be out and doing things

Keep active there’s the rub.


Our grandkids will be older

They’re changing quicker than us.

Look forward to their futures

Catch up and make a fuss.


We’ll maybe do less travelling

Though that would be a shame.

Still new places I’d like to see

Places I’d go again.


The dream’s to still be running

A new age category.

First Male Veteran Seventy Five

Will be the aim for me.


But who can know the future?

What three years can bring?

We’ll just be making the most of life

Keep active while we can.

‘Just Another’ Holiday

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

Bank Holiday Traffic

The ‘Just Another’ Holiday

It’s on a random date.

There’s nothing much to celebrate

It’s just a day off work.


Except essential workers

They’ll have to work of course.

And thanks to all the rest of us

Experience extra stress.



Half of us are in our cars

Congested, stuck in jams.

The other half are stuck at home

Complaining that they’re bored.



Shops and restaurants crowded

Like everywhere you’d go.

The worst time to go anywhere

A public holiday!


Perhaps we’ll leave the country

If we can find a flight

But holidays most always mean

The airport’s hit by strikes.


There’ll engineering work

Affecting all the trains

And a restricted service

On almost every line.


Then of course there’s relatives

Arguments to have.

Will they go to his or hers

Can they come to ours?


Of course I’m up for holidays

And keeping special ones.

We’d all like extra holidays

But must we go at once?


I’d love an extra holiday

But add it to my leave!

Don’t tell me when to take it

Just leave that up to me.


Choose a favourite website?

What are your favourite websites?

Choose a favourite website?

Well that’s a difficult choice!

I kind of like to cruise around

And get to different points.


I’d like to say it’s Jetpack

But Jetpack has its faults.

The thing that often fails it

Is rotten, awful prompts.


Sometimes it’s contributors

Who just rely on bots

Or just repeat the question

And somehow still get likes!


But still I’ll turn to Jetpack first

Then glance at various news

And then I’ll find the sports sites

Spend lots of time on those.


I’m into fantasy football

So must keep up with those.

Love the hub and fantasy scout

And fpl’s own views.


I’ll go to Duolingo

to exercise my brain.

Brushing up on languages skills

Though sometimes it’s a strain.


I like to go on YouTube

A place to learn new skills.

Quite often it’s just household tasks

Right know it’s drawing skills.


Now and then I’ll play a game

Designed to help my brain

Presently I play Mahjong

The favoured way to train.


Right now that’s just a flavour

Of how I use the web.

Who would ask my favourite page

if I just read books?

Give me back my teenage years

Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?


Give me back my teenage years

I missed them first time round

Totally lacking confidence

I missed out on that age.


I didn’t go to parties

Too shy to talk to girls

Not much into music

My only interest sport.


Even there a failure

Would never make the team

Excellent in the playground

But on the pitch too quiet.


Tried hard with my schoolwork

But mostly keeping up

Gave up on difficult subjects

Never spoke up in class.


I never wore my hair long

Or wore outrageous clothes.

As for controversial views

I kept them to myself.


If this sounds pathetic

I must tell you that I was

And missing out those teenage years

Will have a consequence.


Those years are for experiment

To make mistakes, grow up.

Miss out on that development

And it will catch you up.


I tried to live life backwards

Get back those missing years

But later life’s an awful time

To find that you missed out.