When I was young and careless,
My hopes were wide and tall,
But life has let things fare less,
And now my wants are small…
A walk beside the sea shore,
Or bluebells in the wood,
An afternoon can be more,
Than any money could…
The crisp snow under leather,
The taste of scones with cream,
More time to be together,
These are the dreams I dream…
The practical I’ll sort out,
The pills, the bloods, the mess,
But life, that’s harder no doubt,
Despite my asking less…
Me and my cat have made a recording of this poem at,
Faint Request https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJddCttAY58&feature=youtu.be
