Oh don’t we sound silly My grey celled Mate
Does it happen by chance or does it just come by fate
That we who are blessed with wisdom and charm
Can to some people Attract yet to others disarm
Perhaps it’s a blessing or maybe a curse
For our good times seem better but then the bad times are worse
But no matter the world over a coffee we can sit
Amazing each other with our own special wit
We who are versed in words that are penned
Visit just briefly from the world of pretend
