Ruth promised you a poem from me. This is it
Journeys Ending
You need a travelling companion?
It might as well be me.
I’m just as good as Valium,
but better than that, I’m free.
I long ago stopped trying
To win the human race.
And now I think I’m dying,
Just keeping up the pace.
Now down at heel, behind the wheel
Around the World we travel,
Until we feel, that very soon we’ll
Start slowly to unravel.
Yet still we talk, it’s hard to walk,
Our arches begin to sag.
With plastic mac and haversack
I go with my old bag.
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