Now that I’m 80 I’ve noticed something happening right before my eyes Hills are getting steeper much to my surprise Weights seem to get much heavier every blessed day
Never judge a stranger Never judge a stranger Merely by his clothes Arabs all wear bed sheets That reach down to their toes Russians wear lots and lots of fur
The little leaf A little leaf grew on a tree ‘How will I know when to fall?’ It asked of every living thing Coming near enough to call It never got an answer
Leaves Leaves are lovely in the summer But in autumn they must fall There’s a reason for their dropping That involves them all Most of them lay and rot away Nourishing the ground