The Small Things in Life

Years ago, when you reached three score years and ten

Your life was over, but up until then

Work and wages were what it was all about

“No rest for the wicked” we often heard shout.

But now I’ve had seventy-two years so far

And still working, own teeth, still drive a car

I am beginning to wonder where does it all end

‘Cos at this age I really value my friends.

It’s the small things in life that mean so much,

Like a sunny day, a smile, and family in touch.

But this year the story has not been so good

Covid is here, and I’m in a right mood!

You see some folk are worried, their health is so poor

And many a family have looked through a door

Where loved one’s are taken, hospital at the ready

And mostly come home, days later, well but unsteady.

So, think long and hard about the small things again

Make a list, write it all down, and suddenly when

All your worries and fears are rife

Visit a better place, at least you have life!

If you are reading this from a prison cell

Remember, your family feels for you as well.

One day your life will return back to norm

It’s the small things in life that will make you reborn.