By Phillip Coffey
(To Steve Hancock on his birthday)

Advancing through the 'Golden years' - aging.
Plenty been sought - most I have forgotten, thankfully.
Much was trifle, chaff - except for the precious memories
Of life long, some new friends, many gone - others remaining.

So true often I don't have a clue but seldom unglued
To help others struggling to leave behind the blues.
Spent a lot of time fighting long ago to go forward.
Pick up your 'lunch bucket' carry it through to your dreams.