At sixty two 🤫

Though where these words with written ink will lead me to, well I do not have a clue

I am guessing it could breeze along twisting and turning, reminiscing one or two of my marvellous memories from out of the blue

But never the less I will endeavour my absolute utmost to relate my thoughts to you..

Now it is so true when they do say that life is but a dream

An utter ridiculous circumstance can and does knock on one’s door changing normality to an extreme

When we are forced to face uncertain challenges whilst losing our regular regime

For instance from time to time one may befall health scares with problematic issues from our flowing blood stream...

Well this is exactly what has just happened to little old me

Shooting, stabbing pains protruding my lefthand side of my temple is bothering me you see

And alas stopping my lovely solo strolls each and every day roaming and wandering the countryside so carefree