I loved JB’s post yesterday.
You know the one with the game?
I really wish that I could play,
But cannot think of a single name.
The Seasons changed today,
My favourite time of year,
I really wish that I could play
But something else is very clear.
If wishes were horses
All Beggars would ride
If wishes came true
I could decide
To play the games,
Frolick in fall,
Make up names
And manage it all.
Sad to say I’m under the weather,
Happy to say not for long
My brain is more like a feather
Tomorrow, I am sure will be like a song!
So, from North of 43 I must bid you adieu, and wish you well!
I choose how I will spend the rest of my life 