Not Yet

Not Yet 

There will come a time I know not when

That I can no longer roam abroad

And walk through fields and paths

Along beside the old canal

The brewery, the castle and the town

But – please – not just yet

 

There will come a time in future years

That I can no longer leave the house

Nor cook nor clean nor anything

Nor do things for myself

That I would wish to do

A situation I could not bear

But – I hope – not quite yet

 

There will come a time sometime soon

That I can no longer make it to the pub

And sit among the friends I love

Nor chat nor joke nor buy my round

Nor enjoy good company

And lose the only reason

That makes life worth while

But – for pity’s sake – not yet

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