New Horizon

Compelled to earn a living during my youth By hard physical labour was not such a bad thing When promoted to pen-pushing in early middle-age, Acquired a spare tyre, most unprepossessing! Now too old (or lazy) for vigorous exercise A walk round the block would more than suffice To prevent falling prey to everyday disease; Just two pills on prescription, it's all that I take. Dementia and Alzheimer's are conditions I dread No history in the family, unless kept very quiet. Lunch, our main meal, a half-decent spread Has salad as the main ingredient of the diet. Drinks in moderation, at most a convivial glass Of wine, spirits, beer, the cigar on occasion. Cryptic crosswords do stimulate grey cells But it's in poetry, that I glimpse a new horizon.