Listening to FLOYD and the like,
takes me on a journey of life.
Of when there was only today,
meant for pleasure and loving to play.
Age is such a mysterious thing,
that brings memories alive, and all the good things,
I used to enjoy.
When I watch MTV I can do all the moves.
But how absurb would I look,
if I took them outside, to the clublands where only youth can abide.
So I dance in my room, and my spirit's alive.
The videos in my mind,
of how I could duck and dive.
Living each moment of trying to survive,
and the proof's in the pudding,
of the age that I'm at.


wriiten today 8th may 2008 got a letter about my pension