Today’s poem THE REAL WORLD

I’ve been back to the wonderful world that is real How can I possibly say how

I feel? There were friends who had known me for quite a few years. We looked at each other

and burst into tears. I’ve been to the jazz club

and now W.I., Where we took our own

cups and ate apple pie. We didn’t know who baked

it but what did we care? We were meeting and chatting with smiles everywhere. At book group we met like

knights at the round table Sitting as far apart as we

were able. I’ve been back to the wonderful world that is real How can I possibly say how

I feel? I suppose, after all, this is

just what I wanted And will never again take the real world for granted.

Christine Lacey, Cambridge.

Limerick

For him, scoring goals

seemed so easy, That’s the way we’ll

remember our Greavsie. And throughout his

long life, Even when he faced strife, He always remained bright

and breezy!

Ken Irons, Newport, Isle of Wight.