Some days I feel
I am not quite
Over that hill
Not quite over

Others I rush
Over edges
Slide way on down
Over that hill

Slippery slopes
On my way down
I watch myself
Slip slip away

Still not under
Under that hill
I’m not under
Under that hill

I take my pills
Every morning
And night time too
I’m a good boy

Up hill down dale
One more real ale
Today I am
Close to that edge

Edge of that hill
Ground slides away
I’m not over
Over that hill

Neither am I
Under that hill
Not yet under
That hill, not yet

Harry Rogers, Edwinstowe, 12th February 2023.