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 Old Is what you begin to grow From the day that you are born When your heart and brain and body and soul Get weather worn and torn And when you are born and begin an age Which progresses slowly from stage to stage The memory plays some peculiar tricks I can remember when I was six! I can even remember when I was three Snuggling up on my mother's knee And being afraid of the man at the door My father in khaki, returned from the war I can remember when I was five The whole world seemed to come alive Schools with books to read and more Plenty to learn, things to explore I can remember when I was eight And allowed to venture beyond the gate I taught myself to ride a bike Two pence an hour to hire when I like Not for me an immaculate rig! A "sit up and beg" which was miles too big The handlebars lowered, the saddle too I could just reach the pedals with the tip of my shoe But oh! the joy, the pleasure, the power Of riding around for two-pence an hour! I can remember when I was eleven We moved to a place which I called heaven Our own little garden, our own patch of grass And electric light, no more popping gas! With mantles that disintegrate into dust At the merest touch if you felt you must An actual bathroom was in luxury's lap With running water at the turn of a tap The old tin bath made a lovely pond In the long grass down "back of beyond". I can remember I reached my teens Skirts got long, what were jeans?? You are growing up, cast off toys You start looking at boys and boys! And then of course you learn to dance And you flirt and you fall for the old romance Then you meet the one who means more than the rest He's the kindest most thoughtful most cheerful, the best! So you marry and give him a beautiful son But the next thing you know there's a war going on Through the hardships, and shortages, terrors and pain We strove to survive and live once again And thankfully adding more to our joys We proudly produced three more lovely boys I'm proud of my family, my love too must be As he looks down from above on his family tree All this I've remembered since I was alive Not a bad feat for an old seventy five! Yes memory plays the ironical trick Now where did I put that darned walking stick? I can't look for that till my glasses I find Shall I call for help, but no, never mind I wouldn't hear anyway what they said My hearing aid's dropped, it's under the bed Sit down quietly before you look Then sit down again with your Puzzle Book My Puzzle book helps to keep me sane Thank the Lord I still have a brain! I'm just a leaf on Life's tree going brown Withered and waiting to flutter down And when I do will that be the end? Or will I be lucky and find a lost friend? Old age is lonely when your friends are gone Sometimes I wonder why I linger on Have you ever felt lonely when in a crowd? You can't hear what's said, you sit with head bowed Sometimes not a word, not even a look It's no wonder I love my Puzzle Book!  A gentleman is someone you may meet, as you are walking down the street, he may doff his hat, or open a door, nothing less - nothing more, Polite, well mannered, you may say, not so many about today! But gentle man, something apart! His feelings come straight from the heart! He cares for you, he shares your pain, your worries, your troubles, he relieves again. There's nothing that he would not do, to help you cope, to see you through. I was fortunate to meet such two, the first I married and was happy until the Lord decided it was his will to release my love from all his pain, but transferred it to me, and put my heart in pain, my family supported, and helped me through And then, by God's grace, I met number two. He has been through the same heart break! He knew how hard it was to take! We consoled each other and were happy again, he was so good and kind, at everyone's call, always ready to help one and all. Now he has left me, I'm there once again, With a heart that is full and aching with pain. I've written all this in the hope that you can Understand the meaning of a real "Gentleman".  I have a little jardinière, which I thought looked quite good. My friend admired it, and she said she'd get one if she could. My mate and I went round the town and searched most everywhere. We'd given up hope, when Suddenly, there was the Jardinière! We brought it home, We took it in, She thought it was divine, but then she got right up my nose, she said it was better than mine! She's lovely, but you can go off folk, Of this I'll swear. Especially when they look down their nose, at my little Jardinière  It's nice to see friends wherever you go Who say "how are you?", "Good day" or "Hello" It can help you through a lonely day To be able to answer whatever they say. It matters not if they don't really care, At least it's given you a chance to share a few words here and a few words there. But a real true friend is someone who will share all your troubles, help see you through, Keep you company when you're feeling sad, when nothing seems right everything's bad. Friends you confide in, and know that they hear. Who give a sympathetic ear. Cheer you up, when you feel blue. Without them, I don't know what I would do! Bang my head on the wall, Who knows? - just depends! So all I can say is just "Thank you, my friends!!"  Life is a journey, travel it well Maybe short, maybe long; One never can tell! So while you are living, Do the best you can To help all the suffering; Woman or man. And when your time comes, You can go with pride, Say, "Thanks Lord for the journey, Thanks for the ride!" No-on knows for certain what lies up above, So spend your life spreading friendship and love!
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