Today’s poem

NOW

I read in the Mail — it was

just the other day, About an elderly lady who

sadly passed away. She had reached the great

age of 119 And many were the

changes that she had seen.

A question often asked

throughout her long life Was what was the highlight midst all the joy and strife? She always replied that the

best time was now Which made many a person

raise an eyebrow.

But life had taught her the

swift passage of time And to waste the chances is

a grievous crime. For the length of life is not always three score and ten It is measured when the final now becomes the final then.

Mike Main, Lincoln.