|Image courtesy of Tess Kincaid|
At seven years our friendship stood,
We shared an apple and life was good,
All on a Monday morning.
At twenty years we’d dance and jive,
And it was fun to be alive,
All on a Tuesday morning.
At thirty years we’d tied the knot,
And started up the pension pot,
All on a Wednesday morning.
At forty years we’d children three,
And no more time for You and Me,
All on a Thursday morning.
At fifty years we’d snipe and snap,
And married life became a trap,
All on Friday morning.
At sixty years we made the split,
And said goodbye and that was it,
All on a Saturday morning.
At seventy years I’m all alone,
And I’ve nobody to call my own,
All on a Sunday morning.
© Marilyn Brindley
The image provided by Tess Kincaid at The Mag this week, reminded me of school children holding hands in a playground game and that set me off on skipping chants. It helps to imagine two children turning a long rope and with each verse one more child 'skips in' and then 'skips out' again until one child is indeed 'all alone'. For a fascinating look at the history of children's skipping and dance rhymes and chants, go to The British Library website where you can see video clips and hear archive recordings.