time by it does slip,
and the grey gets a grip,
till we just seem to dawdle, not dance,
overcoat is worn out, old body don't prance,
an we live in the shadow of doubt,
tear ya arms off he said,
30 year old Fred,
so i went into a Magpie smother,
it's "war" thinking me,
Marquis of Queensbury,
right cross and he fell like the dead,
Beware of the old, get instead:)
the venom of antiquity...
re: Harry Horseman
" When the Light Leaves Me"
If you google me johnsondon2 you will find 250 youtube poems,
and some of my writings on my dads war etc etc...i do jabber on a bit...
also you will get don johnson miami vice:)