The accountant and the teacher 
As they walk on Banna Strand 
As the light touches horizon 
Reflecting Atlantic sand 

Their lifted gaze to stars and sky  
in awe struck ecstasy 
To contemplate their life to date 
As they reach their middle C 

Embarking into middle age  
With choices that endure 
Concur they do as surely now 
Indecision is no cure 

The sand of time seeps through their grasp  
As always was the way 
But now it seem much quicker  
as the moonlight follows day 

Thoughts of their humanity  
their destiny and worth  
conflated with mere fantasies  
of death and of re-birth 

Next thoughts of mortality  
Of those come and gone before 
And who will not admit to dreading 
Three score years and more 

The hard earned currency  
of a lifetime lived on earth 
The impact on the mind and loved ones  
and upon the girth 

Donated from their early days  
with love and hope, no price 
It's time we finally should value 
All uncle Tim's advice 

TJB 29dec22