Oh dear! I am neither an old woman nor a young girl, not a wise woman, nor a fool to be I'm living a life, and it remains to see that what will be, simply is. hee hee sorry, my poetry is simple and, in this case, rather silly my prose prosaic, my life well lived. It seems to me, in all the above, to be something I share With the old and the young, the wise and the weary Losing my sight, my touch, my hearing Yet my mind keeps a going and going and going while the doctor's they probe, and stick me unfeeling but that's ok, you see, I'm crazed mentally kaput, unhinged, and ynsaen

thou and I, my friend, can, in the most flunkey world, make, each of us, one non-flunkey, one hero, if we like: that will be two heroes to begin with. (Carlyle)