Monday 6 June 2022



On the way out 

sometimes her shadow outstretches mine

across the playing fields, sun at our backs

and I wonder who will go first?

For we're both getting to that age

when such matters count-

my threescore years and ten 

and her seventy dog years, 

peers at last. 

And on the way back

following her lead or she following mine

I wonder how I've got to this age 

without knowing the difference 

between ground elder and hog weed

along with a lot of other herbaceous trivia?

Perhaps it's only the old and the very young

who have the time to wonder and ponder or both

and I'm not three score years and ten just yet...

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