winter

[justfred]

my days are near the end, my friend
my legs are ramrod stiff, my friend
they rarely seem to bend, my friend

my hair is wispy white, my friend
like the ice cream we had as a treat
that evening when we were stationed in Rome
I can still remember the rip off

my dignity is gone, john (my friend)
nurses toilet me when I once stood proud
seeing bits only my dear old wife (god rest her soul)
had ever seen unwashed, my friend
how I miss you, my Elisabeth

[annettecurtain]

You should get in touch with Weewatto. She's chasing after a right loser. I think you could keep each other company very nicely.

[Daphne]

Another touching poem from you Fred. I would like to visit you in your ward, provided the smell of stale old bodies is not too bad. What do you say?

[Fraser Allonby Q.C.]

This was good. Fred, you remind me of an old chap I used to know. He's dead now.

[alex]

Aww Fred. Reading this caused me to break down in tears. I hope I never live to be as old as you, it sounds like you're in a right state. But, a good poem was written from your misfortune, so not all bad is it?

[justfred]

Thank you I appreciate that very much and lunch was better than usual today as it had a few lumps in it not the usual predigested stuff which looks like catfood.