god, dont I know that, Max. climbing around the rocks was when i was about 14, though...
(well, i think i remember that it was...).
Doug
On 2013-07-23, at 5:16 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> 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?
>
Douglas Barbour
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