Poem by Iris Carden
Life has simple pleasures that never should get old, sneaking ice cream before dinner, and a favourite story told. The swing you rode as a child when you almost reached the sky, is still fun if you ride it, with greying hair and bleary eye. A colouring book or a game, made for someone under ten, is also fun for grandparents to enjoy now and then. And who said plasticine, poster paints, or paper mache were only for the children when adults want to play? Adults' days get dreary, when tied to the daily grind. It's far too easy to forget we also need to unwind. Surrounded by work, and bills, responsibilities, and strife, don't forget to take time for the simple pleasures of life!