Those days when an invisible armchair <br />relaxes you into a mood <br />that's an exquisite, savoured blend <br />of innocence and experience, <br />which might even be thought to be <br />wisdom <br />except you don't even need to think it <br />since you're simultaneously 7 and 70 <br />and thus invulnerable <br /> <br />days when I wish the house had a verandah <br />where in the evenings I could sit: <br /> <br />'I'm here, I'm watching it all go by, <br />you can stop and chat <br />or wave and I'll nod; <br />I'm here; I'm at home.'<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maybe-this-is-what-bliss-is/
