An Englishman, Irishwoman and a Scotsman
Were sitting round drinking tea,
Talking about life and times of old,
And where they would like to be.
The talk was sparked with humour,
And sometime it was sad,
But they all agreed together,
That their lives weren’t so bad.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 21st, 2021 01:19
- Comment from author about the poem: I was with some friends of mine the other day, sitting outside in their garden, the first time since lockdown, and had a wonderful chat.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 46
Comments8
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
What a brilliant new take on an old classic .. and how very true for most of us ............. stay well mate ..
Thanks Neville, yes we are generally pleased with our lot having reached the age we have become.
You stay well also.
Andy
The kind of lockdown you have suffered over there must have taken a toll - but not so much that you have given up. The warmth and sociability shines through those stanzas, Andy.
Thank you Dave, it is so good to be able to sit down and talk to people face to face now.
Andy
Good hopeful message. Nice write as always. 😀
Thank you John, hope is there and will turn into reality.
Andy
Nice words, we are indeed lucky to be middle class white retirees.
Thanks da.
Andy
Good morning read Gold. Sun just popped out street still wet, your poem in mind "There lives weren't so bad."
Thank you Jerry, they/we are very lucky.
Andy
Appreciating life makes all the difference to health my friend - I love the first line and how you introduced a threesome who valued life despite all its challenges.
Thank you Fay, it seemed an ideal way of starting these words in an different way, I was the Englishman.
Andy
you know what Andy
I learnt a similar lesson the other day
but I heard it from a Welsh: Athro
who I just happened to share a pint with
at some random pub, while toasting
our clear sky's of whimsical Spring..
such a light touch you have with your words of warmth, my friend
Thank you Mek, it is so good to meet with people again.
Andy
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