The old ticker.

We all expect we have oodles of time

Keep up the exercising, remain in your prime

New Years resolutions are only a token

No sooner made than they are broken

The wine breath from toasting 2017

Is now past being flattering, more like obscene

Remember putting on the ritz for that night on the town?

Being reminded next morning with a discerning frown

Of the countdown, the singing and swinging

The kissing of strangers the gathering and milling

The crossroads is not as bad as as it’s painted

That phone number in your top pocket, life is far from tainted.

There is life in the old dog yet

The old ticker, will go on for as long as its let.

(c)Chris Black 2017.