In olden days,
when injured,
it was from sport,
or bicycles,
or wrestling rams,
or climbing trees;
nowadays just
turning over
in bed will do.
Category: poetry
Pressure point
Comes a time in
everyone’s
life when the most
thrilling event
of a week is
not a party
or a present
or promotion
or lottery
win, but just a
low blood pressure
reading for once.
But that was yesterday
Once upon a
time I was much
more than the sum
of my ailments
and side effects
of medicines,
but now I have
no time left for
anything else.
Boogey Man
Anxiety
is a monster
hiding around
every corner,
under every bed,
in every unopened
cupboard,
on sunny days
and dark nights,
in Winter and Spring,
in happy memories
and sad memories,
and I can never
say “Boo Monster”.
Catch me if you can
Anxiety
will cunningly
disguise itself
with the symptoms
of heart disease
and the cancers
playing hide and
seek with your mind.
4 am
It would be good,
would it not, to
live in moments,
completely,
and not try to
anticipate
and retrospect
every last
heartbeat each night
Clocking off
Old age is
like a clock
that gains time
faster and
faster then
suddenly
stops
In the mirror
The eyes of
Anxiety
are haunted.
Imagine
The confidence with
which some people tell
me what their silent
and invisible
imaginary
friend is thinking and
demanding of them
is always stunning.
Toe the line
A strong belief in
Homeopathy
would not survive an
attempt to treat a
severe case of Gout
in a Big Toe joint.
