I recall over lunch when
a truly delightful walked
in one of us would say:
'Jasus, wouldn't she be? '
Imagine the rest yourself.
Now it's
'How's your heart?
'How's your back?
Or
'Did you hear about
poor old Pat McDonnell? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Growing old... alas we all have to follow the same road...: -) Reminded me of the Bob Dylan song 'and the present now will later be past...'