Keep saying it, Max. I'm impressed that you once had knowledge of your own back. I take my own back on trust.
Cheers,
Bill
On 24/07/2013, at 9:16 AM, Max Richards wrote:
> Once I ran miles for fun,
> now it's hard yards, walking.
>
> Once the high sky was the limit,
> now it's a low dark near horizon.
>
> Once I clambered from handhold
> to handhold up a rocky cliff-face
>
> with the sun on my bare brown back.
> Now one rueful glance at the cliffs
>
> and I keep well out of the sun.
> Once my voice reverberated
>
> to a great distance - hoarse now, hard
> of hearing, I hardly hear it myself.
>
> Once my powers of memory
> stood me in great stead -
>
> now: what was I going to say?
>
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