Old cottage dwellers, straw on the roof
Garden cut, hedgerows trimmed close
Hanging basket flowers, hanging nice
A pond, a fishing rod, a doorbell twice.
Cups of tea on saucers, old granddad Tom
Cutting thistle, cutting grass and a thumb
Smart attire pictures in black and white
Tents on the lawn, staring stars at night.
Cobbled floors with carpet sat red raw
Playing with grandmother Gladys toys
Remember the silence of just a tick tock
Where old age grew alongside the clock
Daisies, daffodils, bluebells, and a dew
Climbing trees up high, fall down on you
And, neighbouring moments were gone
Nothing appears badly, nothing is wrong.
Windows gleamed as pictures fell apart
Living rooms have a beautiful, peaceful heart
And, winters have gone with a heartbeat
A landing of hope to bluff yourself a treat.
Toads undergrowth learn to hop and jump
Flying across fields, a bee got the hump.
Swings and roundabouts, fairground fields
On damaged ground, how not to grow a yield.
Adulthood was a million miles away
When suddenly I learned it wasn\'t
To do the things I used to everyday
Was forgotten, but never taken away.