Timeshare Trousers Comments

'I cried because I had no shoes - until I met a man who had no feet.' You're right, everything is relative and it depends on your perspective how you view the world. Now is that glass really half full or is it half empty? You are a fine storyteller, Tony, with a crafty wit that always sits just under the surface of your rage. Excellent poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Many is the time I've thought to myself, 'wouldn't want to be in his shoes...' Certainly wouldn't want to be in someone else's trousers! The deck will always be stacked, my friend. I look forward to the day I can siphon away enough provisions to last the rest of my life and move it and me to an isolated crofters cottage in the mountains of Aviemore.! ! !