A POEM By Bob Shepherd
At my auntie’s house (she lived in Perthshire), a wee breather away from growing up in Lochee, Dundee, Scotland…1950s.
In my life I’ve tried to be brave
To no one ever will I be a slave
That included my past military time
My thoughts and actions will always be mine
In my life I’ve tried to be wise
The gutless and the grovelers I would always despise
The world is tough and you have to get it
I’ve lived my life unapologetic
In my life I’ve tried to be honest and kind
To those around me in this world that I find
But a lifetime has taught me, there’s a hand out to shake
While the other stabs my back…the first was a fake
In my life I’ve tried to be strong
But there’s no such thing, to be it always is plain wrong
In my life we all have cracks
And when we meet it, it really shocks and smacks
In my life I have been fragile and broken
So before my life ends, I have been open and spoken
In my life to reach a century would be great
And if I don’t, I would have already met my fate
Bob Shepherd 
I can understand your poem bob
Trying to do your best is all that can ever be expected Bob. We may not always achieve that but, when you do hit that century, I promise to do my best to send you a card! 😊