Anything you like?

You do compose some lovely stuff Riki.
Do you keep books full of them?

Oh to be in England
When Summer is in full bloom
When nature lends a helping hand
'n' Rose scent wafts into the room
Too see waving floral meadows
As insects fill the air
The farmers wheat in neat rows
Pollen floating everywhere
Seeking a shady spot
To watch the river flow
Trying not to get too hot
To turn my body clock to slow
Soaking up those sunny rays
on my back watching the sky
These are the kind of days
When hours seem to fly
Walking in the countryside
Away from the (traffic's) toxic spew
Old England still has it's pride
Although the faces are now new.

In dreams I can run now
Because there is no pain
I feel the wind pass my face
Over and over again
I can chase the rainbows
Above the clouds I can fly
Like a giant eagle
The world below I can espy
I'm puissant,empowered
No longer a weakling now
I will make the despicable
All fall down and kow tow.

In dreams I'm like a stallion
Leaping through the air
Scaling the highest fence
Without a worldly care
My old heart is pounding
I'm with sensation and sweat
Yet I lie within four walls
I haven't escaped yet
A carer comes and tucks me in
I feel her hand upon my brow
I can no longer open my eyes
Come stallion,take me now!

Ahh the youngsters look at us
They think we are a disgrace
Our skin is a bit wrinkly
If we've hair it's all over the place
We still hug each other
With maybe a kiss or two
They think we're past it
I'm not though,are you?
We still greet one and other
We still smile say hello
Still courteous,respectful
'cus' we learnt to be so
With a nod or good morning
We try not to stoop
Even when walking the dog
We're with poopa scoop
They say manners maketh men
I think they follow mom and dad
Like me I soon learned
It was easier to be good than bad
So let the youngsters have their way
They never will grow old
But they'll spend a fortune
On creams to hide every skin fold
Me now I look like me dad
When he was on his last legs
Yet he had a better pint
Me I get the dregs
Still I've got manners
Even a little dignity
Not like these youngsters now
Alas,more's the pity.

Sometimes I wonder just how did I end up here
Sitting all doddery in this uncomfy old chair
With a table, a lamp and a pile of old books
and anything I can grap with one of those grabber hooks
I remember being young
I'd run around like an aeroplane
With my arms stretched out sideways
My machine gun sounds were insane
Or then I'd be running fast
Slapping my sides like a horse
Well we were playing cowboys and indians
I was a cowboy of course
My old lone star pistol
Which I could rapidly draw
The caps would go with a bang
There'd be indians on the floor
We had the Dandy and the beano
Which were all read many times
Then they were folded neatly
As we swop 'em sometimes
We all scrubbed up on Sundays
Our shoes were made to gleam
My mom would tell me
Jesus wants me for a sunbeam
I think they were better days
When we all mucked in
Mom'd make us a rice pudding
With nutmeg and crispy skin
Even the old tuck shop
Had jars all around the shop
Though we didn't get many
We were to poor to stop
There were the old gas lights
With paper mantles on
And boy were you in trouble
If clumsily you broke one
Now Im here with all mod cons
Stuck in this small room
Staring out of the window
To pass away the gloom
Just where did that little kid go
and those thoughts of yesterday
Well he certainly ain't here now
Hopefully he got away.