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I have a 16 year old granddaughter who is hoping to join the army soon. While she waits, she is doing three jobs, I think that's wonderful, when you see other kids stuck in their phones or on X box or somesuch.     

fighting the good fight Pedr? your writings always leave me with a smile, fact laced with humour. brill     

Hi Brian.
So deep and yes it went over my head but I do think it might make a good song     

sounds and feels like another winner Jim. well done     

Jim. So sorry to hear about your brothers, unrequited love seems rather trivial in comparison.
It's funny how we lose touch with people and when we meet up years or decades later we expect them to look and be the same as when we last saw them. I know to my own sadness, as I grow older so do they, and maybe not as healthily as me. Most of my hair is down the plug hole now, but I still have more than some of the guys I played in bands with back in the day. I dread to think how many of my school friends haven't even made it to 70!
I often wonder when I'm talking to people 10 or more years older than me how they looked back in their heyday and what kind of naughtiness they got up to?     

Ahhh, unrequited love! The words flow well together, you have that knack of taking a mundane subject and breathing life into it.     

Amen to that, very eloquently put. People have died for the right to put an X on a piece of paper. Women in the UK weren't given that right until the 1920s, and the lower classes weren't given a free vote much before that!
In Hong Kong the population is struggling to keep a semblance of freedom of choice. Once enough people give up their right to keep their governments in check the free world ceases to be free and the rich and entitled will do as they like.     

Beamer. it's strange to hear you play a fingerpickin` country tune. I'm sure if Jim wrote some lyrics you'd come up with the chord changes to match.     

still brilliant Jim, very powerful makes us all think. if we stick to the rules it will eventually go away, and that's something to live for.     

Robin and his merry men
went dancing in the Duck and Hen
when the bard stopped playing they screamed "AGAIN"
he was too afraid to offend
so once again picked up his harp
an arrow straight and oh so sharp
buried deep inside his heart
"a murder" went up the cry
it was not me, that is a lie
I've been set up said little John
the true assassin has left and gone
my word he didn't play that bad
said all but Robin of the tuneless bard
let's all depart and search the woods
for surely he must have stole some goods
I bet he's stashed them `neath a tree
some glittering gold I would happy be
if I came across this treasure sure
to line my nest said Robin Hood
not so much a robin he...
is more of a magpie     

I understood it all Pete, and laughed at the double entendre, pool spear...ha ha ha! May your parsons nose enjoy the green grass while the good weather lasts.