These autumn days I’m chuffed inside
No chat about the ‘dying year’
Just how glad I am I’m here
And you’re here too, my seventies bride
As I’ve said that’s all I need
Plus the odd million for incidentals
For high life living and holiday rentals
Now and then – enough indeed!
While my lovely cuts the grass
Won’t have a gardener cos that’s her joy
So I, her understanding boy
Let her reap on, while hours pass.
I sit and study, she wields the muscle
She’s Action Man, I’m Bertrand Russell.