June 21: If I had to write a poem ...

If I had to write a poem, about how my life was going

I’d be writing something informative and concise

But while my life is just divine, I should tell you in this rhyme

That everything in life it has it's price

I spend my days in court, applying what I have been taught

Not just a law school but by my mum and dad

As I stand at the bar table, doing the best that I am able

With words I work to show the jury that man is bad

Then when my work in court is done, I head home to number one

To the woman who brings joy to daily life

She’s been with me for thirty years, through our hopes and dreams and fears

But there’s no one who I’d rather was my wife

On our Goldwing we both ride, our excitement not kept inside

As we journey round this country every year

To the north and to the west, the trip around we liked the best

Why we do it is so very crystal clear

But when the sun goes down, and we roll into a town

Take a room in the oldest pub we find

Have a beer and have a steak, so much more of this we’ll take

Because age is just something in your mind