Wednesday 6 April 2016

A poem for Robert

I did not write this poem gentle readers, I just love it.




Now We Are Six

by A.A. Milne


When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six
now and forever.

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