Respect has always been in my life,

Been in my life all the time.

I try to show respect to all

But it seems to be disappearing,

Disappearing from others,

And even with me I find it harder.

As I was always taught,

And always have respected my elders,

But I am finding that at my age

It is getting harder,

Harder and harder

To find an elder,

To find an elder older than me.

There I was at school,

Playtime would come

And there we were,

Me and my pals playing,

Playing marbles around the playground,

Try to hit each other’s marbles

And winning them,

Winning them for our collection,

To make our collection bigger

And more impressive.

But time has now moved on

And in my old age

I find that on many occasions

I no longer win,

And find that I am losing them,

I seem to be losing my marbles.

I sit here with the blank page before me,
Words and feelings circling within my mind.
Then it happens,
A thought comes through,
And the words become clear.
I know what I am going to write,
Those words so important
That others need to know about them,
They must be written on this page.
So here we go!
Um,
Now what was that thought?

There I was last night
Walking home,
Lost in thought.
I was heading passed the cemetery.
Three young girls were in front of me,
Chatting,
Looking frightened.
They said they were scared,
Scared to walk passed the cemetery,
Could they walk with me.
I said of course you can,
I can understand how you feel,
I too used to be scared
Scared of walking passed the cemetery,
When I was alive.

Into the workshop she strolled,
This elegant lady of moderate years.
She saw the man with her saucepans
And the molten metal to put on them,
She spoke to him in an eloquent voice,
“Are you copper bottoming them, my man?”
He replied in his workman like accent,
“Na, I’m aluminiuming ‘em, ma’am.

Driving along the roadway
With joy in my heart,
A man was there before me
Looking rather smart.

His thumb he held asunder
Looking for a gift,
I had no need to hurry
I gave him a lift.

We chatted with each other
As through miles we sped,
We spoke about our lifetimes
Many things were said.
He then asked a question
Which had come to mind,
“What if I were a killer
Of the serial kind?”

“That would be so unlikely”
I said with a smirk,
“Two serial killers in the car
Would not really work!”

They say miracles never happen
But once more a miracle has happened,
A miracle has come into my life.
It sits their ignored,
I walk passed it as the fuller it gets,
Until it happened,
That miracle had happened.
Something came over me,
This feeling of guilt.
I needed a miracle to help me,
And it came,
And I did it.
I can now look at it in satisfaction,
And report to you all
The ironing basket is empty,
Now what a miracle that was!

Can you imagine
An imaginary menagerie,
Is that imaginary menagerie managed?
Managed by a manager,
Or managed by an imaginary manager.
Do imaginary menagerie managers exist,
Or do we just imagine them?
Even if we imagine them
Do we know what they do?
Do they actually manage them,
Manage imaginary menageries?
Do imaginary menageries exist?
Or do you just imagine it,
Do you imagine that,
Imaginary menagerie managers,
Manage imaginary menageries?

The question often gets asked,
How would you like your coffee?
I like it the simplest of ways,
Although I can drink coffee
Anyway it is set before me.
With or without milk,
With or without sugar.
But my preference has always been
Without sugar,
And without milk.
But my absolute favourite
Is to have my coffee
Without sugar,
And without cream.