king oloav of norwR
I saw King Olav of Norway
going on board his sailboat
he needed help
which he was grateful for
even if the hand was that of a flunky.
When we are older, we should
be thankful for a helping hand,
say some younger person on the bus
He gave up his seat
I have never seen it happen.
Going to my shop is easy, but I forget my reading glasses
on one shelf and the sunglasses on another
And they help me find things I´m looking for
and I do not pretend that I have forgotten where I have left
my shopping.
Now I no longer have to remember my card number
I put it on the top of the adder-upper
and that is that,
I have no problem going up steps, it is the going down
steps that is difficult, and someone help me for this too
Not a proud old man struggles alone, but one thing is
Sure, no one is driving my car.
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