Reflection on growing older

To the editor:

Ask me to be alert!

In a world with too much hurt!

With too many answers flirt!

Who may I ask to listen, once a young “Hellion,” as a squirt.

Now at 83, over the hill, but alert!

There isn’t an action, forgotten, to add to accept what I write as dessert!

To write to record is to earn my shirt!

A farm in on “Paradise Road” to play in the dirt. Eighty one acres, a pond, trout, a collie, Grandma to flirt!

Kiril Spiroff

Chassell