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Contemplating braces
I’m contemplating braces
My belts don’t seem to work
They just don’t seem to get a grip
Now I’m of a certain girth
I shop at Marks and Spencer’s
I like their thermal vests
I bought a pair of slippers there
With golden crowns as crests
I watch every weather forecast
The met office App’s my friend
I study all the isobars
To suss the latest trend
When I do the weekly shop
I always get a thrill.
If I’ve brought my “bag for life”
To fill up at the till
I can’t rise from the sofa
Without a grunt or groan
My knees “click” when I stand up
I think my caps have blown
I tend to drink at home now
I can’t afford the pub
I’m a regular down “one stop”
It’s become my social hub
I never miss a bin day
Be it brown or blue or black
I check the council website
That’s just how I keep track
I like routine and order
I wear only matching socks
I get weekly satisfaction
When I sort my dossit box
I know all the cloud formations
When I look up to the sky
Be it stratus, be it cirrus
Or cumulus nimbi
I can’t read labels or instructions
But my phones always on hand
To photograph the tiny text
And expand, expand, expand.
I’m not living at the cutting edge
Though some may call me dull
As I hear the drums of youth recede
I’m looking forward to the lull.
I’ve had it with the greasy pole
I’d rather find a watering hole
Where, on a sun drenched day in June
I’d while away the afternoon.
Life’s journey”s far from over
May these lines not depress
To all my fellow travellers
Its just time to “decompress”
Copyright ©
Mike Miller
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