Ambition burned
white hot when
I was young, then
I lost it, discouraged,
then found it again,
then lost it,
then found it,
now, in old age,
thinking myself
safe, the old fraud
seems to have
appeared again.
Category: cancer
Over crowded
In old age
anecdotes from
the past come
flooding into
my brain, elbowing
each other aside,
each one eager
for attention
Justice
Some of my
friends die young,
all of my
enemies live to
a well-rewarded,
ripe old age,
it seems.
Flavour kept
How can I
remember
perfectly the
words of a
Lonnie Donegan
song from
1958
when I have
forgotten so much?
Where the living is easy
Biographies
give me the
comforting
feeling that life
is arranged in
patterns, has
structure, can be
understood
rationally, and
will turn out
all right
in the end.
Balance
Can’t decide
if the pleasure
of finding that
someone older
than you is
still alive
outweighs the
finding that
someone younger
than you is
now dead.
Without a trace
Anxiety
soaks up
mental
energy
like dry sand
soaks up
water
Hidden
Fascism,
like cancer,
is never cured,
but only
goes into
remission
System error
Once I used
to get angry
when I made
a mistake.
Now I am merely
grateful when
I don’t
The red Porsche
You will find
it is best,
all things
considered,
to get your
mid-life crisis
out of the way
as early as
you can. Old
age crises are not
a pretty sight.
