My reflections on getting older - Letters for May 22

They say age is a number or

Or just a frame of mind

But when the stairs seem

Like a mountain to climb

You look in your purse

And you haven't a dime

When you look in a mirror

And all that you see

All that grey hair staring back at thee

Your neighbours say the old TV is loud

I say at least mine is paid for

And for that I am proud

Old friends are long gone

But their memories we cherish

Sitting all alone those memories we relish

The lines on the face say it all that

At some point in life we had a ball

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It makes you wonder whatever next

When you can't relate to this world of new

Because it has no resemblance to the world in which you grew

A smile on the face at the good times you had

Now this world has gone cold and that's very sad

Judith Fisher, Mids

Supreme Court common sense 

So at last the Supreme Court shows it does have some nous by ruling that a man or woman's sexuality is decided by the 'bits' they've got. A pity it took about seven years to decide this! So the liberal claptrap about 'gender fluidity' and deciding what sex/animal/plant we are this week is just tosh. The ruling is, no matter what the 'woke" brigade says, a victory for everyone.

In some ways it's a pity for me I was looking forward to filling in the next 'idiot form' I had to fill on by saying I identified as a steam train, my choice hovered between Flying Scotsmen or the Mallard and that posed enough problems for me at least! Odd? Yes but only because if I found the question so stupid I would give them an answer that, hopefully, would screw up their system. Yes that's right, I don't think of me as 'woke' just a human being, fortunate enough to be a Black Countryman!​

Michael Gough, Wombourne

Little change on our potholes

'£33M to fix our pothole plague' So reads the headlines. That will not be enough to pay for the white chalk that is supposed to 'highlight' them so that vehicles can take avoiding action!​

Many years ago, in the 1950s, when I was a young lad, those of us living round about who were fortunate enough to have bicycles got together on a Sunday morning and, complete with bottles of water and sandwiches, cycled far and wide. Returning home one day a member of the company was heard to say "you can always tell when you'm back in Shropshire, where there inna 'oles there's bumps!" Nothing changes!

Tony Page, Shrewsbury