Sat once quietly, thinking through a shot
The sums coming easy in my mind
Taking in the radio, and chatter from my side
Watching the situation, always a clear mind
Yet later years now passed, without the drug of war
Mind now slowing, I need more time to work
Math is now a problem,
And I’m multi-tasking not.
Recognising that, was the key to going on
Adapting to old age, was very simply done
With slip cards in my hand, doing all the maths
My accuracy returned, at last I could relax.
Do I miss the skills I had
Of course I do my friend
But rest assured if you’re the mark
You’ll get one in the chest.