Good days, Bad days

Peter's pondering

Jan 9

Britta describes herself as a happiness blogging, circus skills instructing & common butterfly following German. She is also a performer, writer & linguist, who is annoyingly keen on hillwalking, baking lopsided cakes and causing a ruckus. She lives in Scotland, her chosen home & habitat since the year 2000.

A couple of days ago she wrote of her Dad, thus:

https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com/2023/01/06/good-days-bad-days/

This prompted me to write a little rhyme that is serious/not serious, and here it is:

There's good days and bad days and some in between

Some days we don't even know where we've been

As we get older the days seem to fly

And no one can seem to explain how or why

Sometimes our strength doesn't quite last all-day

There's no explanation and no one to say

We may need a nap or take some time out

Don't mention arthritis, blood pressure, or gout

But there is no doubt, it has to be said