Hard Yakka
I haven't built a house.
Nor spread tarmac onto roads.
I have not shot a brace of grouse.
Or planting veg in rows.
I am sitting on a comfy chair,
Which my old body embraces.
I become exhausted,
When bending down to tie my shoelaces.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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