Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

 To the tune "where do I go from here" (Jim Reeves) Where did the summer go? Why's winter always slow? How I wish the longer days could last. Too long, the colder days, Wrapped up, cause no sun's rays, Way too soon the summer season's past. Love to sit in sunshine, To show some colour, rouge, Shorts, the only clothing, The scent of morning dews. Skies so blue, no clouds of grey, Bulky clothing's not in way, Just the rays of sunshine, on your face. Sandy beaches call your name, Getting colour, is the game, Gloom full winter mem'ries to erase. Days which linger longer, Before the evening falls, Children, soak up sunshine, Then hear their parents calls. Everyone seems happy, then, Grouchiness stays in 'the pen' Summer makes ecstatic faces glow.

  No longer am I slim and trim Since move to "Studios" Though while the midriff has now grown, I YET, can see my toes. The old adage of "middl'age spread", Has raised it's ugly face, The food they're serving every meal Is settling in ONE place. Since I have also, now, retired, Once active, now, not so, The power derived from food, thus has  No place , therefore, to go. So it just stays where it does land, Not turned to energy, It can't be hidden now, alas, It's plain, for ALL to see.

It's strange how our perspectives, Do change, a s time does pass,  Espec'lly when it comes to age, Whene'er it, does amass. Recall a distant memory, When very young, was I, Was not 'llowed to forget it, Reminded, by and by. Was with mum, in our village, Where church friend, we did meet, A compliment was given, I jumped in, with both feet. "You're looking great today Mrs. Ross"  To mum, that  friend,   said free, "Don't feel it" mum said, adding on, "For an old girl like me" "YOU'RE not old" she did respond, MY r'sponse, made mum forlorn, "My mummy IS old", I replied, "She was 40, when I was born" Was ne'er 'llowed t'forget that quip, 'Millstone' 'round my neck, hung, It's strange how, 60 + years aft., The '40's' WERE quite young.