A Wordle
SUNDAY WHIRL
We are asked to use all the words in the Wordle
SOME HOPES!
Will someone please invent for me
A Politician with humility;
Not one who likes to crack the whip,
And give veracity the slip;
Not one whose bosom swells with pride,
As he flicks a lesser man aside;
Not one whose ego's growing bigger,
As his finger trembles on the trigger;
Not one who'll spray out platitudes,
But who'll refrain from attitudes
That plant dissension in the mob;
Not one who gives his mates a job,
Setting off a chain of depravity
That we should view with the utmost gravity.
Society relishes good red meat!
Gristle isn't much fun to eat.
*
----------------------------------------------------------
FREEDOM
I never knew what freedom was until I reached old age!
One only knows true freedom when one reaches the last stage.
No mortgages, no school-age kids, no garden and no rules;
No worrying what others think (they may think we are fools!)
A day in bed? Why not, indeed! No-one need ever know
That we've turned our backs on winter and the chilly winds that blow!
A bar of chocolate in the night, just when the fancy takes us;
No-one to say 'Eat healthy food?', and nobody who makes us.
A TV show mid-morning? What lethargy! What sin!
We lap-up the obvious envy of our younger kith and kin.
The middle years are frenetic; we knew that at the time,
But we didn't know that growing old would be very near sublime!
There is a drawback, we admit; we don't have to be clever
To deduce these halcyon elderly years just cannot last forever.
If I could stop the clock, it's now that I would choose to stop it.
For old age has brought freedom, and no other age can top it.
*
