Lost
Tina Turner is eighty? Wait a minute, I’ve lost sixty years somewhere. Has anyone seen them?
poetry
Turn back time
Wouldn’t it be good if we could go back in time at will, to any part of our lives, in turn, and fiddle, adjust, undo, redo, make better, make amends, set right, streamline, straighten course, enjoy, savour, say goodbye, say hullo, say thank you, all with the benefit of hindsight. Or would it?
My way or the highway
All of us, really, have one track minds. Some of us, though, are happy to explore side tracks, exit signs, underpasses, overpasses, lay-bys, and alternate scenic routes. And some of us aren’t.
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Sumer is icumen in
Watching Spring end and Summer begin is like saying goodbye to visiting friends and seeing an enemy coming up the street.
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Threadbare
Worrying away at an old memory is like picking away at a loose thread in a tapestry; soon everything unravels.
Surrounded with light
The young should be taught, what the old know by instinct, that every day above ground is a good day
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Blind leading the blind
When did blind faith in imaginary beings become a virtue, and seeing the truth of science a failing?
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