I am a poor ninety-four with
A tank of potential running perilously low.
I am slow at all I do and doing less and less
The stress of getting ahead is dead while
The joy of writing gives me a boost.
And those dreams of old can just go to roost.
CHAI WITH GLEN
As long as poems like this keep coming, Glen, I very much doubt that you're a "poor ninety-four" - (in fact I thought it was 92...). You also have a terrific knack of finding exactly the right illustrations! I love chickens!
Your poems give me a boost too - thank you for that, Glen! Keep 'em coming 😘🦃