The accountant and the teacher As they walk on Banna Strand As the light touches horizon Reflecting Atlantic sand

Their lifted gaze to stars and sky in awe struck ecstasy To contemplate their life to date As they reach their middle C

Embarking into middle age With choices that endure Concur they do as surely now Indecision is no cure

The sand of time seeps through their grasp As always was the way But now it seem much quicker as the moonlight follows day

Thoughts of their humanity their destiny and worth conflated with mere fantasies of death and of re-birth

Next thoughts of mortality Of those come and gone before And who will not admit to dreading Three score years and more

The hard earned currency of a lifetime lived on earth The impact on the mind and loved ones and upon the girth

Donated from their early days with love and hope, no price It’s time we finally should value All uncle Tim’s advice

TJB 29dec22