The cards have come early – some very nice flowers,
And then one that’s different – I laugh in delight –
An open-mouthed tortoise, high in the air,
Trying to catch a frisbee in flight!

How did they find such a card? Last year
I missed a frisbee, bright yellow like that.
One moment a girl – arm stretched out and leaping -
The next an old turtle flat on my back.

Time goes one way only, there’s no return ticket.
The frisbee wheeled off, elusive as Fate.
Today I am only seventy-seven.
Tomorrow – oh dear! – I’ll be seventy-eight.