Lessons Learned Hard

Lessons Learned Hard by Robert (Bob) Moore We used to call this weather “brisk” but now its “bloody cold” funny how your outlook changes as your growing old The cold gets into these old bones and makes them ache and pain what I’d give if I could be back in my youth again Cold weather did not bother me I waited for the snow get out the old toboggan and to Sunny Brow we’d go Sledding fast, down the hill Gore Brook at the bottom good job the fence was there to stop us or we’d be long forgotten Those bangs and bruises years ago probably started all this pain but I don’t care, if I was young I’d do it all again