When I was One and Twenty


By Sheila Morris
(With apologies to A.E. Housman)

When I was one and twenty,
My world was make-believe.
The play directed by others
I felt compelled to please.

But now I’m one and seventy,
The play is on the shelf.
No lines to learn, no marks to hit,
The director is myself.

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