These autumn days I’m chuffed inside

No chat about the ‘dying year’

Just how glad I am I’m here

And you’re here too, my seventies bride

As I’ve said that’s all I need

Plus the odd million for incidentals

For high life living and holiday rentals

Now and then – enough indeed!

While my lovely cuts the grass

Won’t have a gardener cos that’s her joy

So I, her understanding boy

Let her reap on, while hours pass.

I sit and study, she wields the muscle

She’s Action Man, I’m Bertrand Russell. 

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