Planes fly overhead Standing here today World and life’s weight Slipping away This time, the good old days Were the good old days Jumped on hooks, noon and night Mother’s face, such a delight Now it’s the bad old days Really bad old days Huge nets trawled, a juggernaut Nothing left, diddly squat Time for change, back to my youth World Champ in seventy five Now teaching me to thrive Enter the Champ’s haven Misty shroud, so still Hypnotised by the float Sun rising, discard that coat They’re biting fast today Arched rods, lines tight Emptied lake, personal best Time to leave, sun takes its rest Driving down the lane Time to reflect this day World and life’s weight Just slipped away Bob Ellis © 2022